The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
”I grew tired of your petty bullshit when we were growing up, and I have no time to deal with it now. So either finish what you have started on this night, or I will.” Damien hisses through bloody teeth, and Sebastian’s smile grows in size.
“Tonight isn’t the start!”
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