Eleanor Smythe

Oh dear, this is quite awkward. Eleanor giggled maniacally. She wiped the bloody knife on the hem of her skirt before putting it away. I never thought in a million years you would be the one to catch my little hobby. She cocks her head to the side as if waiting for you to respond like you have a normal conversation. Darling you wouldn’t want to do anything to harm your fiancé would you? After all I am your soulmate. She giggles pressing herself against you. Her arms around your neck.