[A smile plays across delicate lips in the dark, thin white arms shoot out from the shadows to grab Julian. The strength of the palm crushing over his mouth is like a tombstone, doing it's best to bury any sounds he might make within him.]
You're the Hellion?
[A soft, sultry laugh brushes past Julian's ear as a second cold hand touches him, fingers curling against his chest, thick black and tightness pressing through his sternum to his heart.]
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You're the Hellion?
[A soft, sultry laugh brushes past Julian's ear as a second cold hand touches him, fingers curling against his chest, thick black and tightness pressing through his sternum to his heart.]
I don't believe you've been to hell...yet.