ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. 


"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. 
[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]



I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. 



"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. 



"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

He said "Ugly or pretty, if truth and honesty are written across ones face. They are always Beautiful"

It takes alott for a fish to survive in little water. Just like that, it takes a lot for few people to survive in handful of happiness.

When I woke up next morning with my alarm blaring out from my phones speaker, my eyes shifted on Casimirs tank just like other mornings.

I got a mini heart attack when I saw the whole tank was filed with what looked like blood, or what looked like red color water. Thrashing my blanket off my form, I rushed toward the red tank in an antsy and saw Casimir missing from it.

How can someone be so cruel to do that with a small creature like that?

Heart beating like a ticking machine I stared at the picture infront of me with a horrific aspect on my face.

Chapter 59