She was the most dangerous kind of liar. The type that releases sweet words to melt on your tongue;it's fizzles into a sulphuric acid the moments it's ingested. What a coward. Villains seem to meet their downfall during long spiels but at least they had the guts to be honest.
She silently fed you the kind of termites that ate at your flesh because she was bored, but she didn't even enjoy the way they slowly destroyed. She just stared blankly. He remember the first time seeing a hint of emotion. It was the excitement that flashed in her eyes when he said no. It ignited some sort of fire in her; a challenge. He'd walk as far as he could but she'd always make her way to find him and stand close enough to breath down his neck. And he tried to find help and tried to stand in public places but it was like nobody wanted to get involved if it wasn't their business. And have you ever noticed. Only when it's a matter of opinion does anyone have the ability to suddenly speak up. No one wants to do anything when there's action involved. Things are much easier in theory.
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