HE WAS A INJURED ANIMAL. a dog beaten by his master. the wound in his chest fresh from where alexa had plunged her hand and torn out his still-beating heart. she had hurt the man yet had only ENRAGED the monster and the fiend wouldn't forget. faith in someone else was a fool's errand. he had all he could want within the funhouse and everyone else would simply be toys for him to break. she had shown him that path. and yet now here stood another. as pink and supple as the last. looking at him with doe eyes. dark pools to drown him in without a word. but bray had learned his lesson. he would need no one again. no more lying delilahs.
still as she stood in front of him now, she didn't cry or scream or shake. there was something almost REGAL about her - something DARK too. unlike alexa it wasn't shoved down inside. begging to be let out. no, isla wore her darkness across every inch of her. it pulsed just beneath the surface of her skin.
the ever present grin remained on his masked face lifting one of his gloved hands he hooked his finger twice, beckoning her toward him.
sender: @antagnst / #callquarters prompt: ❛ i’ve been waiting for you for a long time ❜ status: accepting