razor13

smoke circled above her twisted grin as she wore down walls with biting remarks / she fed on the hostility that poured forth and offered her forbidden fruits without any hope of sanctuary or route to escape the blistering dialogue of her confirmed kills / there was never an offensive or even a particular commitment of attack / it always came in the polite form of her reaction / much the way a fisherman pulls hard to snag his prey when he feels a nibble on the line / even though her hooks carried no barbs the sharpened points made it clear that you would be damaged and she would achieve that desired dramatic effect.....