basic forms.
else.
their lives, in the hopes of finally being freed.
determined to take as many of them down with us as we can.
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All the calmness disappears in an instant.
“Noah?” Ivy gasps, standing less than fifteen feet from me, where the mirror was.
I’m so shocked by the sight of her, I can’t reply. My eyes trail over her, over how they’ve dressed her. In a mini-skirt version of a royal-blue, old-fashioned ball gown, the corset top displaying those fucking beautiful tits I love. The skirt only reaches mid-thigh, and of course, they paired the outfit off with black thigh-highs and sky-high heels in the same color as that gown.
On her head, a headpiece made out of royal-blue and black feathers.
Her eyes glow in the strategically-placed lighting, a mixture of hunger, intent, and urgency that confused my addled mind.
“Noah,” she whispers again, eyes trailing my face and the creature they drew upon it. Or is she seeing deep into the pit of me, where the evil has already sunk deep?
Holy shite, they’ve done her up like an exquisite, exotic sex doll. Played up every single asset she has all with the goal of tempting whoever lays eyes on her.
Me.
Every twisted bastard and bitch that wants to fuck her before they kill her.
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As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.
Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn’t until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.
That is, until coffee came a long and took over everything else.
Nowadays, N. spends most of her days surviving the crazy New York rush and arguing with her characters every ten minutes or so, all in the hopes of one day getting them under control.