Game Of Thrones.

The ivory sadist would sink down onto her haunches, gold and amethyst audits reflecting the firey burning Hell displayed in front of her as she watched it with an intense gaze.


Her thoughts flicked back to the bitch Venus. She was the one who had wanted Anzhelika to prove her damn self to the obsidian and pale woman. But, oh, she had the wrong idea. She was the Queen. And she could easily rip her stupid little throat out. Oh how she craved the taste of her crimson blood resting on her fangs. The woman's blood would sit pleasantly on her own tongue while she was ripped from her high being and thrown to the dump. Bitch definitely deserved it. And oh, one day Anzhelika would make her pay. One day her limp, worthless body would lay limp at her ivory paws. Her mind would then remind her of Bass, the sweet King that had taken her in. Yet, he obviously hadn't seen her true potential when putting her into a low tier. Anzhelika sighed. Nobody ever really saw her true potential.