/TJ flinches and curls up, shaking. One of her shoulders has a knife sticking out of it, and the other one looks to be dislocated./ ‘m fine. /She’s obviously not, and her face is streaked with tears as she shakes, obviously in pain./
I only gave her what she asked for. *smirks then gives a chuckle* You know Alice is sexually frustrated. Maybe I should give her a visit Akira. Heh..
Stay the fuck away from her…-He growled before turning to the girl there on the ground, helping her up- Be still. -Ripping his shirt, he got enough of the fabric before he pulled the knife out and wrapped it around her arm in a tourniquet- Come on. I’ll take you to safety.
She tilted her head slightly* What’s wrong Akira. Can’t get it up or are you scared you’ll break her in bed. *Scratch chuckled then moved closer to Akira*
My bedroom performance is none of your fucking business you homewrecking whore. -He says glaring at her, stepping away as he grits his teeth, still trying to help TJ-
