Blood rapidly soaked Jael’s ski mask as he wriggled in pain, falling onto his knees while he held onto his bleeding, broken nose.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGG..!!”
Any good man should admit when they hurted like a motherfucker.
Noticing how the total babe was offering her soft (and probably sweet, sweet scented) outerwear, Jael couldn’t help but panic, waving his hands at her in a sign of no, but unable to utter words to refuse as moving any facial muscle felt like a sharp, thick needle was scraping his face.
“I’M NOT MAD, LADY JUST GIVE ME A MINUTE―RRRRRRRRRGGGGGUUUUGGGGG...”
He settled his hands on his knees, taking a deep breath while he wanted to let the horrible, horrible pain pass while his now soaked ski mask was dripping off that blood.