#lacksmercy

“Y'know, I don’t think there has been any day I’ve seen you out here without that flask.”

Spoken softly, hands buried in her pockets as she carefully sat down on the bench next to the stranger. Enjoying the early morning air on yet another routine run, passing by him on most days. What made her stop? Typically, she wouldn’t pay any mind to the ‘regulars’ on her routes, but today, the company felt nice. Even if it was some caffeine addict. Running her hands back through disheveled hair, a soft laugh shook her chest as she cocked her head at the flask in his hands.

031. — Slam my muse against a wall.

          A  GRUNT  IS  FORCED  FROM  HER  BODY,  vision  going  spotty  from  how  hard  her  head  hit  the  wall  when  Frank  slammed  her  against  it.  she  pants,  heart  pounding  against  her  chest  from  the  adrenaline  coursing  through  her.  hands  grip  his  arm,  nails  biting  into  flesh  as  a  wicked  grin  spreads  across  her  face.  “  oh  sweetheart,  if  this  is  your  idea  of  foreplay  i’m  all  in.  if  it’s  your  idea  of  trying  to  hurt  me  — ”  knees  rise  so  she  can  kick  her  feet  into  his  ribs,  pushing  his  palm  off  her  neck  as  he  stumbles  back  “  —  you’re  gonna  have  to  try  harder  than  that.  ”