
Alright, you little cocksuckers. Eat your fucking dinner! || Rated M || #иo̸ιʀ
Dulvey, Louisiana
Joined December 2013
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𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘
prepped by the all-caring Baker
matriarch thoughtfully shared
to recent addition to the family
( as per request by youngest
daughter ); yet, constant refusal
reverberated unpleasantly
within makeshift chamber.
Rusted utensil»
Replying to @DevilishVipera
Grinding bone , splintering veins
beneath Baker matriarch’s thumb.
Cranium twisting , * hound - prey
alike , intending to tear the hearty
chunk free. Ichor spurting , coating
a feminine maw and other’s cheek.
»'Tween them.
How could a mold-infested corse
perceive such sensation, after all.
Her expression twisted into a
loud displeasure afore a sharp
slash through the air, followed
by a fierceful dorsum strike
to the brunette's cheek.
Hard, yet dissatisfying.
Marguerite Baker. retweeted
Windpipe rattles in a serrated
gurgle as gardening shears be
pried from their central point ;
folded blades saturated in am
- algam of sanguine - obsidian
ichor. Spurting wound hastily
reknitting from received mar.
𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂͟𝐔͟𝐍͟𝐓.
Marguerite Baker. retweeted
Trachea open - cleaved courtesy
of grime - marred keratin ———
Tissue not sliced , rather torn wi
- th animalistic vigor ; * spurting
vibrance o’er a wallpaper peeled
- tile flooring surface. How unfla
- ttering , prey’s death gurgle.
Marguerite Baker. retweeted
⠀
𝐈͟𝐂͟𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐑 pursues temple’s facial
contouring ; vicious , repetitive
bashing against the wallpaper’s
peeling surface unhindered by
the wave of agony —— erupt
of starlight behind both eyelids.
𝐺𝐸𝑇 𝑂𝑈𝑇 , 𝐺𝐸𝑇 𝑂𝑈𝑇 , 𝐺𝐸𝑇 𝑂𝑈𝑇.
⠀
"Now, where'd that girl get to?"
Matriarch asked aloud 'self, wandering about—near and
around the Old House; and an
attempt to @ACunningVixen's
last known whereabouts.
A escapee.
Much like any other
ungrateful souls seem'd to be.
Right, unholy hand gripped»
»Lantern tight as ( in ) humanly
possible—an assay to pry
it would cause serious injury,
or regrettable deaths.
Night time—too cold, too quiet.
In fact, 𝙩𝙤𝙤 silent. Marguerite,
with the sliver of approval;
but naught is to be done just yet
'til @ACunningVixen is found.
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