The mistress of hate and her Consort.

“Mmm…” susan grumbled, tapping her sharp nailed finger with her black lips, her crimson eyes bore into yours with a small hue of affection.

“Look at you….” she seductively cooed, taking her long slender fingers and wrapping them around your jaw and chin. She tapped your lips with her finger.

“You’re adorable~” she said with a sadist smile, her hair shined in the moonlight, the pale strands of her once blond hair emitted a light that almost made her look divine, like a fallen angel.

“Forget Reed….I want you.” she said not after bringing her face close to your ears so she could whisper it.

“Aww, don’t look at me like that, I’m not a monster… I’m not, I’m just a grieving mother.” she admits the faintest hint of vulnerability in her tone.

“I loved…once, but now…I am the mistress of hate…. And you?” her smirk broke into a large grin that sent a shiver down your spine.

”Your mine~”