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SEND MY MUSE A “✍” AND THEY’LL SEND YOU A LETTER FROM PRISON SAYING EXACTLY HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT YOU!
Dear fuckface,
I figure that I can’t say anything too incriminating since these fucks will probably go through my letters. I wouldn’t put it past Mycroft to have his team look at them. Who even knows if you will even get this? I am sending them to my own childhood home. So if you do, congratulations for having a brain! You always did make me so proud. (And yes. I did wipe away an imaginary tear. I’m always one for the Dramatics. Aren’t I?) If you’re reading this, I’m obviously in jail. Or I don’t know… DEAD. Who knows? After all, I did kill an uncountable amount of people. (No, Mycroft. I’m not revealing any secrets. You don’t own me.) However, you probably knew this. You are… well, you. So, see.. This is where our problems really surface. I’m still IN HERE. Get it? Do you honestly think that you letting me rot in here will save me from myself? From having Death come to my door? Guess what, sweetheart. He is already here. I stared at him, fucked his face, and I went back for me. Every day that I am in here pushes me more and more to the edge of the world. And it’s all your fault. Be a dear, and for once, be that knight in shinning armor that you took away from me along with my innocence. Come rescue me.- Miss Molly HooperP.S. The food here sucks. Bring me chocolate.