Josie’s Reviews > Twisted Lies > Status Update

The sharp smell of urine filled the air. Oh, for fuck’s sake. That was a custom-made leather chair.

only a psychotic billionaire would say his SECRET TORTURE AND DEATH ROOM "didn't contain anything except basic office furniture" and then go on to complain about vintage mahogany and custom-made leather chairs being ruined while he is STABBING AND KILLING PEOPLE

An inhuman howl ripped through the room while I frowned at the blood pooling on the vintage mahogany. Perhaps I should’ve done this on a less expensive surface, but alas, it was too late.

the more i read, the more i feel like i'm descending into madness

Darkness was always drawn to light, but I wasn’t just drawn to her; I was fucking obsessed. I would throw myself into her flame and let it burn me alive if it meant her warmth was the last thing I felt before I died.

r u ok hun

I waited until the door shut behind them before I activated the device. I couldn’t hear the footage, but I could hear the boom in my head as his car exploded into flames.

dude just planted a car bomb, what is even going on right now

His eyes, however, were anything but soft. They were blades swathed with black silk, their edges so cold they burned hot against my skin.

what does this even MEAN

Black had always been my favorite color. Silent. Deadly. Impenetrable. I felt at home in it, like shadows merging with the inky wells of night.

cheer up, emo kid