Everyone must bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of stone
Now he's home in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell
The morning dawned upon his altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came
isabella b. lestrange and bellatrix d. lestrange
megan fox&tarja turunen
never enough.
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Hello, Amanda. You don’t know me, but I know you. I want to play a game.
Here’s what happens if you lose. The device you’re wearing is hooked into your upper and lower jaws. When the timer at the back goes off, your mouth will be permanently ripped open. Think of it like a reverse bear trap. There is only one key to open the device. It’s in the stomach of your dead cellmate.
Look around, Amanda. Know that I’m not lying. You better hurry up. Live or die. Make your choice.
shawnee smith
