Mismatched_Dreams
Reichiiru
Mismatched_Dreams
Reichiiru
Mismatched_Dreams
"We can put her through a lot of pain..." He trailed off. He could still hear her pounding on the closet door, and when the sound stopped suddenly he was a little worried.
"Make sur she's in there." he said rolling over on his face.
He nodded and left, opening the closet he found her passed out on the floor. A large bruise was starting on the side of her head. "Ah s**t." He cursed and pulled her out slowly.
He growled then downed another glass.
He dumped her on the couch and checked her pulse. It was weak. "He always hit to hard." He said with a sigh.
James exited the room then glared venomiously, "Why is she out?"