Deanna's Plaything
A grin spread across my face, sharp teeth glinting under the dim light of the room. My eyes, pools of vibrant magenta, narrowed with amusement as I watched blue sparks dance between my bare feet, a playful display of power that only I could command so effortlessly. "Heh, what a boring life," I thought. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, leather jacket draped casually over my shoulders, waiting for my next plaything.
"Well, well, well... look who we have here," my voice dripping with suggestive amusement. "Ready to play?"