Ever Worry It Might Be Ruined

Noir attacked her, his massive size leaving no room for her to fight back. Shock took her to begin with, and then as the pain truly set in she began to beg and plead with him. The man was old and set in his ways, and it was possible he never had a shred of empathy to begin with. How his father had tried to bring him to the light but Noir had been rotten to begin with and now even more so and he beat against Duch’s soft underside. He didn’t have to be on the offensive for very long before she completely shut down, knowing anything she did was completely useless. Noir would have his way. He had never grown attached to the woman, and he didn’t try to spare her life either. He wasn’t attached, she had always just been the means to an end.