It’s a very different time. I don’t think your mother’s words apply much these days.
Fair assessment. I suppose I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe a little too much benefit.
Contaminated? Don’t be so dramatic. Having the blood of Satan flow through you should be seen as an honor.
That’s what you believe, but, deep down that sadistic nature is there. Somewhere.
Enemies have stare downs constantly, if we’re being technical.
As far as the creepy part….that’s noted.
Taylor wanted to roll his eyes in response to her muttering for god. How she clasped her hand together in prayer. Even after everything she was still trying to find the strength in god. But he didn’t roll his eyes. He didn’t want to push her, he needed her on his side. ~
That was on purpose, apart of the charm. How he disarmed people. There was something quite sad about her admissions. “It’s a start.” He shrugged before his hand finally reached out. He brushed some of her hair out of her face.
“What if I told you, I can help? I can make the ~
















