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` ——— · • ● —- PAIN; luci knew it well - fondly even. there was, however, a massive difference between pressing fingers into deep bruises, and the agony of bones cracking. she’d run hard, and fast, and far; but, here she was again, man in her face, threats pouring off his lips and tears from her eyes. her sigh was heavy and hard, jaw clenched tight. she wouldn’t beg, she’d seen this movie - she dies at the end. ❝ i wont. ❞ she was too tired, at least for now. but, if she wanted a chance at survival, she needed to play her best manipulation skills, and hope he had a soft spot for sweet girls. ❝ i didn’t mean to upset - i just - why i am here? ❞| —— @mrnmbrs.















