"I'm a witch who can make the hell descend on to the earth, on those who tries to step on me. And there is no ' mercy' in my scary dictionary. " Elysia scowled as she glared at him.
"Oh, so you're now a spooky poet too, huh?? Then let me also add my own share to your so-called poetry..
I can be the thorn in your flower bed if you wish me to be. Try intriguing my rage, I'll never set you free. If I unleash my demonic side, you'll perish in the hell you've created. Cause the word 'mercy' has never existed.. " Ivan scoffed at the raging lady, standing in front of him.
"Not only you but I can act like the devil too." he smirked with his eyes mocking at her.
Elysia huffed in rage as she spouted with her venom filled eyes, "You know what!! I just hate you, Mr. Ivan Moore."
"Trust me…The feeling is mutual, Ms. Elysia Davies!" Ivan spat, chuckling darkly at her…
