10-27-2011, 01:11 PM
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Her teeth flashed white in the gloom of the tunnels as she laughed at him, loudly and mockingly. Really? Slut? Whore? Was that the best he could really come up with, some people were doomed to be amateurs all their wretched lives. A slut was what she was, had always been thanks to her father and she saw it as something to be prideful about, so he had just paid her a compliment then, honestly. Popping out corpses however, whilst it didn't take from the laugher from her face or the mocking and loathing in her eyes, inside where it was aimed struck true and sliced into the beating flesh of her heart.
She felt pain there as though an actual knife had been slipped between her ribs... popping out corpses. Inside the child she once was cried for the parts of her that had died before they had even lived. He could not possibly know what had happened in her past, she had told not a single soul who was still alive, not even Lucifer knew that she had borne him young, nor her sister or her mother who hated her. The only one who knew the grisly details was Gabriel and he was back halfway aross the US, down in the deserts where he hunted. Even as she laughed at his 'insults' she was dieing inside herself.
Baiting Matteo had lost its sport now and all she wanted to do was go home and feel bitter and angry, damn to collar and damn the white furred man in front of her, he didn't deserve her attention, negative as it was nor any attentiuon at all from her beautiful form. He was an insect, the lowest of the low to be crushed underneath her paws and ground into the dirt where he belonged.
Her teeth flashed white in the gloom of the tunnels as she laughed at him, loudly and mockingly. Really? Slut? Whore? Was that the best he could really come up with, some people were doomed to be amateurs all their wretched lives. A slut was what she was, had always been thanks to her father and she saw it as something to be prideful about, so he had just paid her a compliment then, honestly. Popping out corpses however, whilst it didn't take from the laugher from her face or the mocking and loathing in her eyes, inside where it was aimed struck true and sliced into the beating flesh of her heart.
She felt pain there as though an actual knife had been slipped between her ribs... popping out corpses. Inside the child she once was cried for the parts of her that had died before they had even lived. He could not possibly know what had happened in her past, she had told not a single soul who was still alive, not even Lucifer knew that she had borne him young, nor her sister or her mother who hated her. The only one who knew the grisly details was Gabriel and he was back halfway aross the US, down in the deserts where he hunted. Even as she laughed at his 'insults' she was dieing inside herself.
Baiting Matteo had lost its sport now and all she wanted to do was go home and feel bitter and angry, damn to collar and damn the white furred man in front of her, he didn't deserve her attention, negative as it was nor any attentiuon at all from her beautiful form. He was an insect, the lowest of the low to be crushed underneath her paws and ground into the dirt where he belonged.