Louis skeleton index finger threaded through the little loop on the side of his precious china tea cup as his dark navvy blue eyes glowed under his white mask. He begun to bounce on the heels of his feet and his lips tugged backwards behind his red-tipped ears. Are you proud, mummy? The British psycho whispered, almost tripping over his own accent. He rose to the tips of his toes, raising his blueberry tea in the air with his rather damaged pinky outwards while admiring the bodies covering the now blood-stained marble floor. Oops?
Posted on: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 12:48:53 +0000
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