five word prompts || accepting!
Mocked by the Devil in disguise, who could have seen this coming? But what a beautiful costume it was… treacherous and ruined only by the black cloth she wore like a blunt defiance to all things sacred Briarcliff stood for. “And why should I call you? You of all people, Sister, wouldn’t lift a goddamn finger to help me.” Smoking cigarette in tow, she leaned over the nun’s desk and clutched the wooden edge with her free hand. Hard. “I may be yours… but that doesn’t mean I have to trust you.”