“No, you cannot tell anyone about this!”
Bloomie grabbed Thavel by the wrist with her hand, panic suddenly flooding into her mind. Her heart was pounding so hard she feared it would burst from her chest cavity like a rabbit from a cage. Maybe that’d be a good thing. Maybe it’d kick Thavel in the face hard enough to give her amnesia and make her forget about the past few minutes. But more likely Thavel would just eat it. Bloomie really wouldn’t put it past her.
Thavel yanked her arm free from Bloomie’s grip. She was smiling. God, she was smiling. She was enjoying this. Of course she is. She’s a damn lunatic, why wouldn’t she be smiling?
“And why shouldn’t I? You’re doing nothing but posing a danger to everyone else here by walking around with that sh*t growing into your skin.”
“Because…” There really wasn’t a reason Thavel shouldn’t tell Grace about this. Or anyone, really. And now that she knew about Alice, she had every right to rat Bloomie out.
“Just… please,” Bloomie’s voice was desperate, pleading. “Don’t tell Grace. Don’t tell Circle. Don’t tell anyone. I’ll do anything, please!”
Oh, what a terrible decision Bloomie suddenly realized she’d made. Thavel’s smile faltered, but quickly turned to a devilish, sharp-toothed grin that sent waves of terror down Bloomie’s spine.
“Anything?”
Sh*t.
“…anything.”
(Y’all it’s gonna be a while until we get into this part/arc of Twisted and I’m upset about it because it’s the part I like the most ;-;)
(Also I might not even use this tbh I just wrote it because I needed motivation-)