Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress
He mutters dramatically.
Pressing the needle into the skin of my neck once again, he starts to sing, “Tell me lies, tell me, sweet little lies…" In a high pitch tone that distracts me from the sting of the needle piercing my skin.
I grind my teeth, laying awkwardly on my side, and my vision starts to blur.
I flutter my eyelids trying to stay awake as they become super heavy and everything, once again, turns pitch black.
“Tell me lies, tell me, sweet little lies…" Plays in the back of my mind like a broken record, but quickly becomes my new favourite tune.
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