‘ you tried to kill me, you big J E R K ! ‘ hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. she stares him down from the opposing end of the room, sharp like a razor. polish - chipped fingernails curl tight into the soft flesh of her palms as though it could really keep her at bay. he’s lit the short fuse of her explosive ire and it’s quickly burning down with a sizzle and a POP. this broken heart will show no mercy.
‘ now i’m gonna bash your brains in ! ‘ she’s already thought about this long and hard, played out the scene a hundred times wrapped in the circling insanity of her head. it only ends one way : with the joker DEAD. and so it shall be. she moves QUICK, charging toward him, strength gathered at her bleached knuckles. ‘ say hi to the fishies for me ! ‘ and when she hits him, the reflection of inflicted evil shines b r i g h t. make it HURT, baby. // @grinaniac