Jul 23, 2019
my. what a pickle you're in.
The man looked up from his sitting position on the floor, his hair falling in dark, wild curls over his sharp, enraged eyes.
“Aren’t you that bitch who helped my brother?” He grumbled, standing to his feet and sauntering towards the iron bars of his cell, his voice strained and hoarse, “What do you want? Come to give me another speech like Kitten?” He grabbed the bars and snarled like an animal, “If you hadn’t fucked everything up—I’d be on my goddamn throne right now.”
