𝓐rousing revulsion and strong indignation for a vicious young lady cognate her, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 and 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗺 enormity of shenanigans, was a malarkey sheer. thus, she vigorously fetched her tangible weapon on the one who deserve a bullet shots. there were 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕. 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏-𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇. those whispersnappers shows tender hooks while their shuddered, plea for pardon on their knees. tch. what a shameful bawdy superfluous mice, a glimpse of thoughts happened.

𝓑unch of them was deluded by her delicacy appearance, some, was enthralled by the charm. it might be a perfect mask, but it can't hide the demon throns on her head. they’d abandoned whence to lend an ear a delicated melody due 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱. it was adorable yet but abominable. glancing at your face that turned blue as she shove your head on water. not mentioning the purplish bruise imprint beneath your pale tender skin. you should know who you’ve been deal with from the start; Madam, K.