Post by Billy on Jul 14, 2012 1:59:10 GMT -5
Sabra stands there, stark and proud. Her chin is lifted up high, lips yanked obscenely over teeth. Mirroring the feral beast that crawls, belly up, in her gut. "Most people think you're crazy, ya know.'' She says sharply. Does not move under Billy's tightening hold. The blonde woman fisting at the beta's throat. Squeezing warningly. "I am." She says harshly, clawing fiercly, posessively at Sabra's shoulders and scalp.
"I am crazy."
She repeats, but Sabra laughs bitterly and leans her head back. Flutters her eyes calmly and smirks something private. " But, I know what you're like when you crawl in bed at night." She says quietly. A harsh whisper cutting like a hot knife through butter.
"I am crazy."
She repeats, but Sabra laughs bitterly and leans her head back. Flutters her eyes calmly and smirks something private. " But, I know what you're like when you crawl in bed at night." She says quietly. A harsh whisper cutting like a hot knife through butter.
fffff. Alternate universe Sabra and Billy are truly, truly tragic.
