That beautiful moment seems ripped from a distant memory, thrown deep inside my brain, and all that remains on the surface could do so much harm…
Then don’t fucking keep me hidden anymore!
If Bianca had brought some good news and an antidote, it would’ve been better. Maybe I would’ve recovered faster from the hypnotic state I was in.
Come on, Anmara. I need a good distraction. I know you want it too.
“Buuuut,” Bianca continues, waking me up from my trance, “I could do some tests if someone would bring me the right subjects,” she points to Lucas. “Preferably ones that ingested that drug.”
“There may be a tiny problem in this chapter,” I say, distracting her and myself, as to how weird and low my voice sounds.
“I hope you aren’t referring to Paul,” she says in a hoarse voice.
For a second there, on her face appears a satisfied expression, but it quickly disappears.
I think the monsters around us want to reflect in the people we are seeing, too, causing me the most idiotic hallucinations.
“I won’t test on him. Not even if it’s the last thing I’ll do,” Bianca growls, while a single tear rolls down her right cheek.
“No,” I say, making her relax and put her hands on her face. “That is another problem that needs to be solved, but it’s possible to have something more interesting for you.”
“Surprise me,” she says through her hands.
“Marshall.”
She abruptly drops her hand, and her eyes go wide.
“Anmara, dear,” she says in a demonic voice. “You know how much I love you, but why the hell didn’t you start with this instead of throwing me an atomic bomb and making me think that I’ll have to kill my future husband?” she screams the last part with her fists clenched on each side of her body.
She looks like she wants to beat me up, but my thoughts aren’t far from hers anyway. They are almost sadistic, but this isn’t the right moment to use them.
I can’t wait to sit and write to remove this mental tension. To bestow all of these dark emotions, and forhernot to return. That was my escape from that accident, but I don’t know how much longer I can keep her in tow.
I promised you that it won’t be like the last time.
I don’t fucking believe you, you bitch.
“In case Lucas hasn’t told you, you won’t recognise your future husband, besides his physical aspect,” I growl, thinking of what I had to endure.
“I noticed that too when I saw him on the surveillance cameras with that woman who looked much better than me,” Bianca says, cracking her fingers. “I would love to find her, too, but now… where’s Marshall?”
?
I didn’t even think that this small woman could have that much force inside of her. That’s probably what happens when someone creates something that ruins your life. Well, that and the strength from the gym.
I can’t wait to see how she’ll react when she finds out who is truly responsible for what happened to Paul. Lucas and Blake won’t even see it coming.
I watched her for 15 minutes while she punched Marshall and yelled at him. She hit him in the nose, in his ribs, and in his genital organs, which I treasured too much. Now, looking at him from a different angle, I’m not feeling anything. Not even a drop from what I felt before.
You’re welcome.
Yeah, yeah.
‘Thanks, Anora’ is what you should’ve said. But I will settle for an approval from you.
“Wow, I feel so much better now,” Bianca says.
She is looking at Marshall with a diabolical smile and her hands on her hips, while looking at Marshall’s face full of blood. I bet she is pleased with what she’s done to him.
