 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
"There's nothing." she sold, solitarily, walking off back down the main staircase, knwoing exactly where to find him.
He knew it was her the moment she opened his door. "I could've told you they wouldn't be able to help you much." he said quietly, concentrating on the pipe in his mouth. "What do you want?" he asked, casually, as if their earlier contact hadn't happened at all. "Finally come to your senses have you?" he asked, after receiving no response.
Feeling about as low as she could possibly get, she stumbled through the door, her side killing. Her eyes only geared upward as she saw him move toward her and place a now gentle hand where the cuts on her neck lay.
"Stay with me and I wont hurt you. Fight me and I will." he said, tensing his hand on her neck, but causing her no pain. Sliding an arm around her, her ifted her chin with a finger and brushed her lips gently.
Marce felt numb, she could do nothing but stand there. She felt so used, so betrayed, so unclean. |