[ Effie stared at him for a long moment, fingers tightening around the jewelled clutch in gloved hand. She could see it so clearly, her imagination was quite active when roused.
Cracked porcelain. Rats scurrying beneath their feet as they prodded at the rats on their plate with rusted utensils. For dessert there would be blood pudding, except it was likely real blood and by romantic flashlight one of them would pull out a pinky finger and laugh.
She shuddered, anxiously primping the curls at her neck with a scared look up at the man. ]
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Cracked porcelain. Rats scurrying beneath their feet as they prodded at the rats on their plate with rusted utensils. For dessert there would be blood pudding, except it was likely real blood and by romantic flashlight one of them would pull out a pinky finger and laugh.
She shuddered, anxiously primping the curls at her neck with a scared look up at the man. ]
If there is any such thing... well.
[ Followed by a tightlipped smile.
Wasn't an unspoken threat always the scariest? ]