rosie dewitte

She mumbled with bruised lips, face stained with dirt and tears. Golden scruffy hair with little curls was lime lighting the dry leaves, twigs entangled. Lilac dress fabric was likely ripped off. Fisting tremulously her turquoise stone amulet around her slim neck, she was looking like an abstract masterpiece.

Hissss!!!

She looked around and found herself in a look alike dungeon-type place and the source of hissing blanched her.