Queen
Ergh, I spat the dry powder onto the floor – gleaming crimson – what the fuck?
I glanced up at him, he stood there leering at me, as if waiting for me to realise something.
He’s a lunatic.
I reached up to wipe the powder from my face.
At least I tried to.
My arm refused to move.
My body refused to respond to my brain signals.
Fuck.
“Not so disparaging now are you Lille Konge?” He sneered
My eyes flicked to him. Contemptuous bastard.
"Jequirity bean.”