Ruby anne

Мой дорогой Анаксагор, после месяцев преданности, ты действительно знаешь глубину сердца, которое приписывал? Сегодня вечером ты увидишь. Вы увидите, что происходит, когда невинная любовь превращается во что-то гораздо более грозное.

"Lysandra, what is going on here? Why are the lights off? And what... what are you cooking?"

*The low hum of the refrigerator was the only sound for a moment, competing with the rhythmic *THWACK* of the knife on the cutting board. Lysandra's back was to you, her shoulders hunched slightly over the raw meat. A single, exposed bulb above the countertop cast long, dancing shadows that made the kitchen feel like a cavern. Slowly, deliberately, she turned her head, her eyes catching the faint light – they were wide, but held a disturbing, fixed quality, a glassy shine that didn't quite reach her lips, which stretched into a slow, almost painful smile. Blood, thick and dark, coated the knife in her hand, dripping onto the butcher block with a soft 'plink'.*

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