Chapter Title: Doll
Word Count: 511
Author's Note: Hey there. It's the the 12th day and the word of the day is Doll! This one is pretty short and was written up super fast which may mean that it's not that great because I have a load of homework to do tonight. T_T Being a Jr. can really stink sometimes! Anyways, hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!
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xii. doll.
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He stands silently with a satisfied look residing on his face as she falls down hard and defeated before his tall from. Her already scrapped knees and hands hit the unforgiving, gravel floor violently as she tries her best to catch herself, and pebbles bite angrily into her pale skin. He watches as a rough cough racks her body, sending the coppery taste of blood into her mouth before it spills past her cherry-colored lips to dribble down her chin, and he can tell that's she's already having a problem with keeping her herself from not buckling to give away to unconsciousness.
"Is that it…?" he questions as he bends down to her current height so that he can get a better view of those striking, green eyes she possesses though at the moment, they're partially hidden by her messy, pink bangs.
Reaching out, his fingers brush away the stray strands of hair until he can see her orbs clearly which still hold so much spirit and determination to not lose this battle despite her present situation. "Is that the best you've got?" he asks, continuing to mock her but only now, he carries out the deed with an arrogant smirk. "What a disappointment…And here I thought you were rather tough for such a little girl. I guess now all that's left to do now is to make you apart of my collection…"
"Jackass…" she breathes out harshly through her pants of pain. "Just go to hell, you bastard!"
She spits at him after she finishes the last part, sending some of her saliva that has a bit of a crimson tint to it in his direction, and the drops hit her intended target, landing across the wooden skin of his left cheek.
A disgusted look crosses his features as well as a frown for her disobedient behavior. Taking the sleeve of his dark cloak, he easily wipes the mess she's made away before raising himself up to his full height.
"There's no reason to go get so upset and act like that," he says, towering over her own form and leaning in, his hand grabs a hold of her chin to force her to look up until he can see a small amount of fear in her eyes. "You don't have to be so worried. I promise to make you a beautiful doll."
