---- Pluck Sierra is mine.

Not Dividss daughter Pluck.

not Winters Pluck Not a Blood moon member.

Pluck She is my fucking wife.

Aking.

---- eee Do you understand Tlis screams echo around and I see even the guards cringe at the loud voice.

A strange posse: floods over me as the thought of his filthy hands touching my dolls soft skin.

siveness Marring it in scars: How dare he? Every inch of her skin, her every breath belongs to me.

Next I slice his fingers.

Watching them drop down one by one.

I move up to his arms and I decide to be creative.

The Scars on Sierra's arm are still fresh in my mind And I decide to slice his arm, deeper reaching his bone.noveldrama

Drawing on it with my knife like a brush draws ---- on a canvas.

Get me some salt Ron.

Tempty the packet on my palm and rub it on his open wounds.

His scream were like music.

Now coming to his face.

He left a scar...

A reminder of him on her.A memory.

And now [am going to change the very formation of his face.

Not that he will live to see himself.

T grab his face and begin creating my masterpiece.

Soon all I could see were his scared eyes.

But the fear in them wasnt matching the fear in my dolls ---- eee = eyes when he was touching her...

Tneed to do something about them.

And the next thing I know I had plucked put his eyes.

He was on my feet, each limb separated.

Face unrecognizable.

And blood covering him entirely.

He was taking his last breath.