run this town
11-16-2013, 12:34 PM
Even before he spoke the woman had chills running down her spine, keeping her head low. What did she have left? Nothing, her children, though they were the product of rape, were her most precious treasures, she loved them to death but now they were gone. Eyes would close when he began to circle her, his gaze almost burning holes in her body. He was that type, the one that liked power, being in control. Looking her over, seeing if she was worthy enough for him to deal with or play with at all. Sperare would take a deep breath, quiet till he finished. She'd flinch at his chuckle, dark, deep. Slowly she would reopen her eyes, catching his form standing to her right, an ear lifting off her head to catch his voice. Who was she, and what was she doing here alone. Though tones were soft, they commanded her to answer. "Sperare... I... I was looking for my children." There was no point in lying, he didn't know her and she didn't know him. Perhaps he would help, she just had to pay him back in a way. "normal. talk. think. you" |