Para: 8when you smile, she looks scared, almost errified for a second and her corneas (white perts of her eyes) go black for a moment*
Para: im gonna go for a moment...*runds, picks the lock on the knife drawer, tales the sharpest knives, and leaves no evadance shes has the kinves or that she was in the kitchen* *races down to the basement, slipping on some plants and falling down the stairs, a plank getting stuck IN HER HEAD*
Para: need anyhtign else from your "tests"? i could give you that finger you burnt off, my upper lip, also singed off, i could show you my medical records! *evil smile* whelp, ill be in the basement with these earmuffs in case thigns get ugly!!! Now dont come crying to me pretty boy when you get a taste of you own medicine from your girlfriend here, kay Blonde Bitch
