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

There in front of me, was a huge haunted house with large brown wood doors that made it look like a horror castle. The skeletons on door, more looked like blood drinking lamia with their bushy like maroon form. The lurking darkness behind the stare way, were as if warning me about the awaiting profound death. The whole building giving me the idea about it's quality of being old, making it look ten times more haunted.

Where "NIGHTMARE HAUNTED HOUSE" Was boldly written on top of the house.

"Welcome to the living NIGHTMARE

Heartfelia" Hueson whispered huskily near my ear.

Hueson brushed his shoulder onto mine. The action causing my daunted state to come out of it's delusion. Pursing my lips I started fidgeting with my hands in agitation. Turning around while walking he beckoned me to come inside with a huge smirk on his facet.

Chapter 100