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

It was a letter. The letter, which was not written, but printed in italian.

'Ever heard about a contaminated fish that is responsible for polluting the whole ocean just by it's presence?

You were the ocean, victim of the fish.

How your beloved gold fish was made to suffer for the mistake she didn't even committed. Just like that you will be subjected to your beloved ones mistake.

The golden fish was just a rapper of the gift I am planning to give you on your upcoming birthday Heartfelia.

I closed my eyes tightly and licked my lips that were dry due to cold winter breeze. Wandering my thoughts around various people, I tried to recall who would play such cheap tricks with me. But my mind blocked each person I tried to memorize.

Chapter 60