---- Pluck Sierra is mine.


    Not Dividss daughter Pluck.


    not Winters Pluck Not a Blood moon member.


    Pluck She is my fucking wife.


    Aking.


    ---- eee Do you understand Tlis screams echo around and I see even the guards cringe at the loud voice.


    A strange posse: floods over me as the thought of his filthy hands touching my dolls soft skin.


    siveness Marring it in scars: How dare he? Every inch of her skin, her every breath belongs to me.


    Next I slice his fingers.


    Watching them drop down one by one.


    I move up to his arms and I decide to be creative.


    The Scars on Sierra''s arm are still fresh in my mind And I decide to slice his arm, deeper reaching his bone.


    Drawing on it with my knife like a brush draws ---- on a canvas.


    Get me some salt Ron.


    Tempty the packet on my palm and rub it on his open wounds.


    His scream were like music.


    Nowing to his face.


    He left a scar...


    A reminder of him on her.A memory.


    And now [am going to change the very formation of his face.


    Not that he will live to see himself.


    T grab his face and begin creating my masterpiece.


    Soon all I could see were his scared eyes.


    But the fear in them wasnt matching the fear in my dolls ---- eee = eyes when he was touching her...


    Tneed to do something about them.


    And the next thing I know I had plucked put his eyes.


    He was on my feet, each limb separated.


    Face unrecognizable.


    And blood covering him entirely.


    He was taking hisst breath.