[ The loud crack of a neck breaking. By the time her guards have turned, the boy's corpse is already littering the floor, his companion squealing for mercy like a piglet. The madam's amused little smile makes itself seen her her men kneel and beg for apologies until she nods for them to take out the boy and dispose of the corpse.
She puts the dagger back into the garter, walking to him with outstretched hands, a palm pressed against the wild tune of his heartbeat. ]
You have lost weight. And there are bags under your eyes.
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Date: 2024-07-18 02:50 am (UTC)She puts the dagger back into the garter, walking to him with outstretched hands, a palm pressed against the wild tune of his heartbeat. ]
You have lost weight. And there are bags under your eyes.