A snake swirls around Cassandra’s body, “Are you sure you want to come out and play with me? I can be rather naughty, they tell me.” 

 

“In what?????”

 

“In all the right ways,” the snake cuts her off. 

 

“I’m not afraid of you. I just don’t know what you want me to do with you,” Carolina says. 

 

 “Oh I think you do,” the snake puts more pressure on her lower back, pulling her closer to him, twisting her hair with his body, staring into her eyes with intensity. Until he finally bores of her stank stare and flips her in the air, twirling her round and round and round and round until he runs out of rounds to compound. He bats his tail against her behind sending her into a proper landing on her spine. 

 

Now on her back bow she tries to hoist herself up, but the snake is already slithering about scouring to grab her stare for a good old laughing fair. 

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“You can’t tell me anything. I know my way back.”

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Carolina stares into the treachery behind his false gaze, her words hold not a single weight. The truth is she knows its a mistake but she can't help but want to rip off his clothes again and again. Why can't he transform back into that nice Christian boy I had met back when...?" she ponders softly, unable to remember is there was a "when," when the snake was free enough to love like we, apart from heaven's angels and justice day.  

 

Her hypnosis is no use, the longer she looks for him, the more he lets out his abuse, and seemingly without consciousness she offers up her right hand and slides it between his tongue and down his mouth, just to feel the venom herself. She wiggles and wishes in captivation of herself and her ability - to finally feel the acid of the venom burning her waist and sending shock waves down into her right brain. 

 

And this shock as furious as it was, sent the snake into an oblivion. Giving Carolina the face to throw herself on his back, her hand still in his mouth, the ring of his neck squashed in between her armpit and his breasts. 

 

“I will come back for you. If you want me to” she whispers to herself.

 

“I do,” the snake releases a confused sigh and goes completely limp. His consciousness seemed to only last that one second before he slithers with fury away from her, winding himself up into a ball of danger. 

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!You Weirdo! I have a fear of your, you’re just a little….giir….woman” he stutters. 

 

Carolina smiles in ransom…seems that someone might have lost their tongue. She unveils it in her left fist. 

 

Cassaaaandra” he tries to yell, but his voice is powerless. 

 

The names’ Carolina now. Cassandra was your prey and you ate her away. 

Carolina walks away as happy as a clam on thanksgiving day, twirling the snake's tongue like a yo-yo. 

“She really can”

The Samuels commend. 

“She really can.”