Silver Moraine deceiver says: you belong to me

like tree, he said, and she imagined herself burning as the sensation took hold of her chest. she tucked her legs beneath herself and closed her eyes, but quickly found that this position was not conducive to staying upright. her sense of balance had been thrown off — likely thanks to the great whack that had knocked her unconscious.

she voiced her discomfort through a soft moan. maybe if that bastard knew she was still hurting, he wouldn't thump her again. or maybe he would. he didn't seem like the most stable guy that had ever lived.

when she re-opened her eyes, he was fussing over the festering wound that was the other man.

do you know how? she was careful to keep the insult out of her tone, not inclined to receive her beating yet. i can smell his infection from here.