by Wormgod » Fri Mar 02, 2012 12:31 am
Artyom lightly flicked the bruise on Bella's cheek and slid off of her bed, grabbing a knife he kept floating in his water-bed, "No offense, but why should I believe the girl who took a punch to the face and tried to hide it?" He mused, "Don't worry, this is only for show. I'll drown him in the swimming pool." He paused and pulled a heavy box out from under his bed. It was full of porcelain lidded cups; each held a human soul. He chose an empty one and stuffed it in his pocket, "I keep their souls. If you want, I will make him your slave."