Words, they say have power. They are potent weapons for all causes whether good or bad. It can either inspire an individual or destroy them.
All it took were just two harmless words and the pretty face of a devil incarnate for Stella's world to come crumbling down.
She stood frigid like an ice sculpture as all the colours slowly drained from her face. She felt breathless as though someone had her head forcefully submerged in a pool of water.
It felt as though someone with an iron fist grabbed and squeezed her heart causing her breathing to seize momentarily. Her legs felt wobbly like boiled spaghetti and within seconds, she lost consciousness of her surrounding. As her body fell to the ground, her head bumped on the door frame, making that part to redden.
"There goes the tramp!" A devilish smirk danced at the corner of Valerie's lips.
