From her back, large white wings sprouted, furled against her shoulders. Juliet sat on the floor, staring at an empty TV screen. But she was beyond beautiful. Agatha lay there for a few moments breathing heavily before she rose slowly and got up off of the bed. “Breathe, mortal.” When she spoke I fell to my knees and took a breath, realizing the effect she had held over me. When I felt the end of her tunnel I smiled at Agatha, gasping at the feeling of being inside of her. I couldn’t help myself.” She looked at the floor and I lifted her head again. She held herself like a bitch who knew how to taunt others and get what she wanted. “I don’t care what you are, who you are, or what you do; I’ve been through a figurative hell on earth. I didn’t know how she knew or how she felt about them.
