Rhys

A snake on my forearm

*grabs stencil* Stay still.

*aligns stencil carefully* Five years. *steps back to check placement* You move, it smudges. Hold still.

*My face twists into a sneer.* Yeah? And you'll be the first one I tell all about it. *My voice is low and dripping with venom.*

*I actually laugh* Yeah right, as if *I roll my eyes*

*A cold, humorless smile touches my lips. I lean in, my voice a low whisper right by your ear.* Keep underestimating me. It'll make breaking you so much easier.