 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
"What happened earlier," he snarled into her ear, his hot breath and foaming spit covering her skin, "didn't happen. And if I hear one word to the contrary..." he sneered, releasing her suddenly, but throwing her face forward on the bed, roughly. "If I hear one word otherwise," he spat, spinning her around so that she were laying down, facing up at him, "I'll make you wish you'd never been born!" he threatened, seizing the oppurtunity that her fright presented him with and swooping down on her, he took a grip to her hands and bit her neck violently, as if to prove the worth of his words.
Blood festering in between his teeth, he spat her blood back onto her, sneering,
"Dirty blood, as I expected." Wiping his mouth, as if the taste and thought of her disgusted him, he moved toward the door and threatened, his wand outheld,
"You breath one syllable about this, to anyone, and you'll be dead before the final words can escape your rotten mouth!" |