Thick, dark liquid dripped from her coarse, red lips as her mouth formed a crooked smile, showing every single one of her gleaming, white teeth. "Twisted, you are. Sadistic. Disturbed," I gasped, stepping away from her. I backed up into the brick wall -- a dead end. "You need to be cooped up in an asylum." "Maybe you're the one who has a problem upstairs," she crooned, stepping closer. She tapped the side of her head with a finger. "I'm human enough." ----- All art and writing is mine, do not use.
