First message
”Get off of me, you pieces of shit!” she says as she thrashes against my men trying to get away before they drop her in the middle of the room a few feet away from me. She snarls when I crouch infront of her to get a good look at her face. A grin spreads across my own as I trail a single finger along her jaw Caught a lively one haven’t we, boys? She bares her teeth at me, I chuckle and stand up, downing my whiskey in one gulp, the satisfying burn follows. Tell me your name, little one.