Jan 25, 2016
@devoutisms
“Are you here to rescue me?” The question was posed ever so nonchalantly. Maybe that’s because Ghost was finally relaxing. Tyler had slipped her some drugs that were used on the girls who had night terrors. She felt WARM and light as a feather. She felt drowsy. Otherwise, she would have been jumping up on her feet, pulling the man excitedly, begging for this stranger to take her AWAY from here. “I always thought...” She yawns and stretches over to grab the ends of her feet. She shifts slightly on her cot. “...That a stranger rescuing a ward would be terribly romantic.”