Mirabella
I feel the death of Christopher from upstairs, I feel his fear and regrets, then the smell of stale blood as his heart is ripped out of him.
I know Jason is mad, usually I would feel bad for making him feel this way but currently I don't seem to give a sh*t. I get up from the bed and walk to the bathroom locking the door behind me, I pull off my shirt and jeans and stare at my nude body.
My breast almost pouring out of my black lace brassiere and my ass sitting comfy in all its rounded glory inside my matching black pants.
I never really noticed how developed my body has gotten over the past couple of months, a lot has happened and it was just the beginning.
I take off the remaining clothing I had on and step into the tub, I miss the way the water makes me feel, the calm and the peace. I close my eyes and let the water wash over me.
