prompt: magnificent

word count: 106

Her soft touch was so toxic, it almost felt good. On the borderline of euphoric. Her whispered white lies sounded almost like heartfelt promises, promises that would've never been fulfulled but that didn't matter to him, because he was too distracted by what they could've been if they were true. 

Her elegant poise was enough ot make him go crazy. She was the pure embodiment of bliss, nothing could ever compare with the seconds spent with her, seconds that he would never get back. 

But it was all to waste.

Because her magnificent façade was just a mask to wear over the horror of what she truly was.