painting white roses red

Mabel hummed to herself while she rested on her stomach on the carpet of her room, she had white roses in front of her as well as a paintbrush and different shades of red “paints”.

She kicked her feet up as she held onto the stem of the rose she was painting, dipping her paintbrush into the dark shade of red and using it to color the white rose a dark red.

The shades of red weren’t any ordinary paint though, it was the blood of her enemies that she was using. Of course, she acted like if it was paint. She didn’t want to get in trouble.