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Sex, Blood, Fashion, Dripping holy water Holy shit, she worshipping my dick like it's the Holy Father Triple the six, abandon your god 'cause he don't exist I'll keep the blade, only talk a few weeks and I'll cut off your wrists Medication gets me higher than heaven, but bro I'm the shit Better fix I saved for Hades I'm popping the pills when I'm sick -DEVLISH, CHASE ATLANTIC
October 3, 3:33pm —8 days until the execution—-
"You were supposed to be at work right now huh?" Suna says in a questioning tone. After a few hours of talking, he just realized I wasn't supposed to be at the prison.
"I was supposed to be at a shoot, but I just thought seeing you would have been more interesting." I respond to him as I lazily trace hearts on the glass barrier. I use my other hand to hold up the prison phone up to my face.
I decided to visit Suna a little past 1:50 instead of being at a photoshoot right now. I know I could have visited him after 5, since that's the chance I get to go into his cell for like an hour and actually hang out with him but just felt like right now would have been a good time.
"The angelic model y/n l/n would have rather visited her boyfriend in a prison than go to a photoshoot presented by vogue." He always remembers each and every designer campaign I have going on. One time he reminded me I was late for a versace fitting.
"Well when you get to be the cover of vogue for numerous times, it could get quite unenthusiastic." I sigh out.
"Shit y/n, i better not get in trouble by Iwa for you missing your shoot."
