You Have The Right To Remain Violent

The ivory beast would pace around the large geyser, sickening thoughts begging her to do something.. To do something that would fill her sadistic cravings. She could feel the presence of Eric around- though she couldn't hear him. Was he mad at her? Had she done anything wrong to displease the twisted voice that spoke in her thoughts? She didn't get it. Why wouldn't he speak? "Eric.. Are you there?" She would question aloud, annoyance laced within her tone. She would perk her ears- stand up, even, to listen for the slightest hint of him. But, now she couldn't even feel his presence anymore. "Well fuck you, too" she would say with an annoyed rumble emerging from her throat. The ivory and creme hued babe would take a seat on her haunches, violet and golden gaze scanning her surroundings in anger. She needed something to do, something to feed her insane and crazed thoughts that were knawing away at the back of her head in hunger.