Canvas of a Short Life
I would use the teeth Mom gave me to defend her honor!
I spat half of Grayson's toe out of my mouth. With bloodshot eyes, I snarled, "If you dare say another bad word about Mom, I'll bite you to death!"
Infuriated, Grayson grabbed my hair and slammed my head violently against the floor. It felt as if a beast had torn through my brain, and I could no longer feel anything inside my head.
In a daze, I saw Grayson pull a wire saw from his toolbox, a demonic grin spreading across his face. "Bite me to death? You won't get the chance to."
Bab Populer