She watches, victim to her own morbid curiosity, made helpless by this cruel strange colored boy and his zombie deer. She cannot help but watch, but grow. Every experience, every second of this encounter shapes her. That he exists changes her, hardens her, softens her.
Pliant, pleased.
She speaks then, but it is not with her voice. She steps closer to the deer, draws a breathe. Disgusting creature, really. This thing that begs for more by merely continuing to exist. But still, she is pleased even in her distaste.
Finally, she takes the pretty pale sadist in. And, even though she had thought she'd never talk to him (she also thought she'd never hurt a poor little deer), she cannot help herself.
"But do you..?" Her voice is sweet, soft, quiet. "Do you scream?"
She smiles - Magdalena, all grace and fear, smiles, the cruelty he has accidently let her taste already zig zagging through her body, playing behind her eyes.
m a g d a l e n a ;
for one chance, one kiss, one taste of you
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