SCREAM. That’s all he wants. Knife
pressed against porcelain flesh,
ready to be TARNISHED. A hand
holding her there, rough fingers
BRUISING into her skin. “don’t
think you’d be so pretty if I cut up
your face.” @panicfaulted | s.c.
▌█ ∵ 🛁 ∵ █ ▌Silence, the second she saw him fear was evident on usually happy face. Panic settled in the second she had made a wrong turn and now her gaze was glued to the wall behind him. ❝ My parents, they aren’t— they’re not stupid. They know about you.❞ A pause momentary hands clench to fists to stop from shaking pressing against fabric of dress. She could do this push through the panic and fear just long enough to look at him before gaze fell back to wall