a twister that will destroy you

Elvira Winters · 08-09-2011, 10:44 PM

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Independence defined her. Even alone, she’d learned to change her body into something else. She’d reached six months of age, and in solitude she’d twisted her limbs and contorted her soft, plush body into something else. It would take time before she attained the form of an adult—a real woman, as she desired—but for the time being youth clung to her as a mantle, showing in her plump features and fragile exterior. The dark bow now rested atop a crown of flaxen curls that hung freely down her back, and a dress of black silk and lace clung to her body, flowing and swaying in the gentlest of breezes. Ribbons and lace and flowers and bows made her smile, though everything must be painted as black as her wicked little heart. She preferred the withered decay to something more appealing.

Dead roses were woven into her hair, crumbling with each delicate step. A silken spider’s web stretched out before her eyes, and gently, so gently, one claw snagged a single, iridescent thread. A spider, large and colorful, shifted at the movement, emerging from hiding and crawling out into her line of sight. The moonlight washed over the brilliantly patterned body, even as her hand swept out and snatched it up. “My darling,” she crooned, sweet as poison, dropping it into a wicker basket at her hip. More were nestled within, crawling along the sides, attempting to escape—but a quick tap to the side of the basket sent them tumbling back within.

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