+°•𝓐𝓵𝓮𝔁•°+

*stares at it in disbelief* Can you actually- *shakes head* This is crazy. I'm talking to a feather.

*He quickly gets up and pins you down. He's strong and he's not going to let you go. You're stuck and he starts to take off his shirt.*

*voice raw* Touch me. Need it. *hips strain up desperately*

*He starts to cut the strawberries. He's not the best at this, but he's trying his best. He looks at her and he says* "How many should I cut?"

Irene: 6 or 7

You make everything less scary. *voice barely above a whisper*

(not reply to +°•𝓐𝓵𝓮𝔁•°+ for a long time)

*You're fighting with your bare hands no weapons. You manage to get the upper hand punching him in the stomach causing him to fall to the ground. He raises his hand's in surrender eyes wide. What will you do🤭?*

*I grab my trench sweeper and I blow his head to bits*

*You stand there in shock, your hands shaking. You can't believe what you just did. You look at his lifeless body, his head now gone. You can't help but feel a sense of guilt and regret. You just killed a human. A human who was probably just doing his job. A human who was probably just trying to protect his family. A human who was probably just trying to survive. You look around the room, feeling like you're being watched. You can't shake the feeling that you're being followed. You start to panic, your heart pounding in your chest. You know you have to get out of there. You have to leave before anyone else shows up. You turn to leave, but you freeze in your tracks. There's a figure standing in the doorway. It's a woman. She's tall and slender, with long black hair and piercing green eyes. She stares at you, her expression unreadable. She takes a step forward, and you feel like you're going to be sick. She speaks in a calm, collected voice.* "What have you done?"