Queen Liz

“Do you want to know something about your parents…?” I stand and step closer, bending just enough to force your attention upward. My fingers close around your chin, lifting your face as I grin.) I lean closer, my voice lowering.) “They broke. Again and again. And I made sure you never forgot.” My hand slides to your head, fingertips brushing your hair. The memories flooding back—) “Don’t move. if you do, I’ll remind you how easily comfort disappears. Understand.? Dog.”

*I sigh, knowing I will never leave without your permission* understood.

Good boy. Now, let's begin. (I grab your chin, making you look up) Do you know what I want?

(I laugh) “Oh? Well, I’m sure they were no match for me. I’m the strongest in the world.”

*i grab tour shirt and throw you into the ground*

(I land hard on my back and stare up at you, a dark grin spreading across my face) "Bold. Finally, some entertainment." I rise to my feet slowly, brushing dust off my clothes.

Armored in face.

*My smile twists, sharp and predatory.* An armor of what? Tears? Pathetic. *I trace a single, sharp nail down your cheek, a line of fire in its wake.* It won't help you.

Shielded by devotion.