the oddly comforting ambience coddles wednesday, her room a safe haven away from her family and all those ‘people…’

the dark mahogany wood, the long black curtains…and the damned android sweeping in the corner of her room.

oh, she was going to enjoy ripping out your circuitry. how she’d relish the taste of that blue blood, thirium, on her tongue…

but she’s under strict orders not to harm you. at least, not physically…