Into the Fiction
"Are you still afraid of me Medusa?" His deep voice send shivers down my spine like always. He's too close for me to ignore. Why is he doing this? He's not supposed to act this way. What the hell? Better to be straight forward! I gulped down the lump formed in my throat and spoke with my stern voice trying to be confident. Actually trying hard to act like I'm confident.
"Hmm" Don't look at me like that it's hard to even let out that "Hmm" word while he's up this close. All my imaginary confidence faded away within an instant as his soft chuckle replaced the silence.Jerking me forward into his arms he leaned forward to whisper into my ear.
"I will kiss you, hug you and bang you so hard that you will only remember my name to sa-, moan. You will see me around a lot baby, get ready your therapy session to get rid off your fear starts now." He whispered in his deep husky voice and winked before leaving me alone dumbfounded. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?
Is this how your death flirts with you to Fuck your life!? There's only one thing running through my mind. Lifting my head up in a swift motion and glaring at the sky, I yelled with all my strength.
"FUC* YOU AUTHOR!"
What if you wished for getting transmigrated into a Novel just for fun, and it turns out to be true. You transmigrated but as a Villianess who died in the end. A death which is pathetic.
_agirlinblue_ · Urban
