This lunatic's enjoying every second of this. She's a hell-bent masochist to the core. A sadist too. The worst kind. The type who gets off on psychological warfare and sprinkles glitter on it.
Yes, she's a masochist. A sadist. No, possibly both at once.
A hell-bent, chaos-giddy freak who lives off the emotional instability of others like it's a candy.
My palm moved on its own.
Slap.
It wasn't hard. Just sharp enough to be real.
Selene blinked slowly. Then tilted her head with that annoying faux-innocence, rubbing her cheek with cartoonish slowness.
"Owww~" she pouted. "You're so mean, Kairi. It hurts"
"You're such a pervert," I muttered flatly.
She beamed. "Takes one to know one."
And I really hate that you're right about that.
I didn't even dignify that with a response.
Just squinted at her like I was trying to mentally delete her from this dimension.
A gasp came from the side.
Azalea—who'd apparently woken up at some point—was wide-eyed, mouth agape.
