and her past times consistedof the strange
the twisted and deranged
I listened to his words and irritation turned to anger - though her face still remained empty. It was only when he said ‘I’m the one you should be afraid of’ that I broke, no one made me afraid; not even the one who had given me these scars. Fury filled my gaze and I was afraid that when I spoke I would scream, but my voice remained solid - though tinged with revulsion. “I am intimidated by no one especially not a fool like you” I sneered. And when he rumbled into my onyx ears I impulsively snapped attempting to tear at that little smug face of his.
I had ignored his statement about me and it being a small world and not being afraid to kill. If I would have taken any more of a note than was necessary I would be nipping at his throat not his face. ‘You’re a hit from what I hear a big shot just like me.’ Like him? How dare he compare his self to me! We couldn’t be more different. Who in their right mind - wait that was it, I was separating with a broken sieve.
I felt my anger dissipate at his next few words, if only a tad. The brute sounded so proud when he was stating his name even though I didn’t really care. I hadn’t asked. ‘What does the Queen address herself as? Queen? Why should I tell a filthy flea bag my name? Oh I suppose I could humor the less fortunate… “They call me Arsinoe - though since you’ve seem to hear so much about me you should have known that.” I spat, with still slightlyvenom soaked words. “I had been contemplating bringing you back with me but now…” Now I wanted to say, you’ve shown me what an ass you are. I snickered a little watching him still somewhat annoyed.
Arsinoe
and I hate that little game you had called cryin' lightnin'
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