#biitchmas

[yoursmileisgold]

Bist die größte Schlampe mit der ich mein Leben verbringen muss... Zähl die Tage bis zu unserem letzten Augenblick...

[curbstompiing-blog]

@biitchmas

            Half past midnight and Colby still couldn’t keep his eyes closed. 10 calls to her and still no goddamn answer. The further she went the less Colby began to trust her because she seemed to break her promises every time she said she won’t get her ass completely drunk or put her nose in a dose of cocaine. So the slightest silence from her made Colby a nervous wreck ball. 

             “-----Come on, pick the FUCK up !!!“ Colby screamed into his phone while walking around the apartment. There wasn’t too much space to move around because Colby and Saraya put their last money to get a roof over their heads since they finally got a place in FCW. And what to talk about food when their fridge was half empty. It was no time to spend their money for drugs and alcohol. 

              “---SARAYA.” He gasped out when he finally heard her voice on the line. “Where the fuck are ya?!”

[curbstompiing-blog]

biitchmas:

@curbstompiing·

                               ——————– How much longer could she take this? Not much ——- NOT at the rate that she was headed. Her hands? They shook with every whisper : every goddamn footstep that passed by her door was like a bolt of fear straight through her bones — her sinews. Everything was alive in all the wrong ways the second his name was even uttered within her auditory reach. She was going mad. mad - MAD! ———– And yet? There nothing she could do about it. Locked away in the damn facility until only GOD knows when. PATHETIC: one may think. How such a strong girl — a TOUGH girl could be so easily broken & molded into a different body. A new person. STRANGER. She looked in the mirror and saw nothing but a soulless stranger staring back. All because of him.

                              Even worse still? There was a part of her that longed to see this man, ached until that husk of a voice filled her ears and ignited her senses. WHY? —-Because she was a messed up girl; attracted to all things that screamed danger & death. A self-proclaimed masochist. It’s why her hands shook from fear but her heart pounded - blood rushed to all her senses when she recognized the clicking of his boots, the near erratic pattern of his breathing. She was a mere puppet to him, a servant to his command. Everything she hated; she had become. SO naturally, her door opened & the smell of blood lingered in along with him. His natural scent.   ———————❛ good mornin’ doc. Whats on the menu today? ❜

          Dr. Rollins knew that when his BELOVED patient walked through the doors of this MENTAL institution there will be an ALTERATION. Her AURA, differently from the other patients’, was DARK. All the other’s had this FEAR around them. Paige had that too, but there was also much more into her. That’s why he gave her the PERMISSION to let her anger and PSYCHOTIC frustration out on other’s, and she didn’t FAIL to make him PROUD each time. She basically KILLED the humans. For her own PLEASURE. She had features SIMILAR to his and that was probably why she was so ADMIRED by him.

         Paige maybe thought this will be just another day and that the doctor will step inside her ward with a PREY to kill for her. But no, he had another IDEA for this morning. Since Paige was never touched by his SCALPEL, only by his words, he was about to explore this side. To see how she handles the PHYSICAL pain.“Morning, ------Paige.” He almost hissed out her name. A wide SMILE covered his features at her question and he already had the answer.

                                                        “---YOU.”      

[boredage-blog]

❛❛ So - what are you getting me for Christmas? ❜❜

CHRISTMAS STARTERS // accepting!

                     ‘   see, i was thinkin’ of getting you a sack of COAL---- but i wouldn’t want to be too generous. you might start getting the wrong ideas and we can’t have that, can we?   ’     he adorns a wide grin in spite of his drawled words, baring no regard to PERSONAL space as tristan remains all but pressed up against her, a blatant spark of mischief in his eyes as they scan her own.   ‘    not at all.  ’