Millie cried out as she was kicked and then backhanded. Her sharp fangs gnashed against her chapped lips as she hissed in complete and utter anger. Her pale hand lightly brushed her matted, dirty hair.
"You think your knives scare me? I've used worse on my siblings!"
Sugarplum 🍬 (RP account)
stalls to the backplate of his glove were sharp, spiked rivets. Another low, dark and throaty chuckle bubbled from the dream demon.
"I've been saving this puppy, for when I kill your father... but I'll make do with using it on his daughter... Not my first time killing a kid.."
