Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-26854056-20170616205826

Leon quickly slapped his hand over his mouth, finally realising what he just said, with children just in the other room. He shakily sighed, dropping his phone right beside him as he melted into the cushions.

"She didn't do anything. Yet. Ophelia's with her in a church in the middle of nowhere for Collie's funeral. Which is absolute fucking bullshit because his body was destroyed in the crash. I know I shouldn't be worried since Ophelia's the only person on good terms with her. But still."

Considering that Leon was usually a very mild-mannered and gentle person, the amount of profanity streaming from his lips flirted with the Chinese law for online censorship.

"Fuck. My. Life."

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"Oh..."

She peeled away from Ophelia. Compulsion slowly building up from her words as she looked up at her with sorrowful, yet sadistic, eyes.

"That's all you're going to say?"

She raised her hand, stroking the woman's jawline like a mother would do to a child as she tutted, her voice becoming misty as compulsion now dripped in thick clumps from her words.

"A poor, defenceless, widow. And the best you could do is that? Don't you want to... Make it up to me?"