psychogirl II

It has beautiful eyes.
Its quite tiny actually, fits into the palm of her hand.
It listens to her, loves her.
Poke it. poke. poke. poke.

It goes away, she misses it.
the little piece of fluff.
it makes her so happy, she cries
it is her world of one

the urge to eat it up is also quite strong.
gobble.
its quite rare.
and she isnt letting go.

the hoopler.

Victoria's Secret

[This will be the first episode of many to follow in a little series I will be writing (when I feel like) called Victoria's Secret. Do not confuse it with the popular lingerie brand. Nope. This is a serious, gripping, tear-jerking, frightening story about a girl called Victoria.)

(Galloping Horse Sound)* didnt quite know how to make a horse galloping sound. Wait.

Badabap, Badabap, Badabap.

No?

(ok basically there is this galloping horse.)

She carries a sharp gleaming sword.

(Thats how swords should be maintained, such that they gleam. When light falls on them they should look like they're ablaze. Rusty swords aren't any good. They might do the job as well, but what of grandeur, a sense of glory.

She pulled out a rusty sword and inserted it, with considerable effort, into his abdomen.
She pulled out a sharp gleaming sword and neatly sliced his head off.

mm..

you get the idea.)

Anyway, she carries a sharp gleaming sword. Tonight she will have her revenge..

[What is her secret? Stay tuned for more]