Behind the scenes
Playtime Mistress here i am once again torn into pieceswhy am i suddenly stumbling over my wordshere i am once again i'm torn into pieces
I thank him for his time, and walk back to the car, while looking around, for the culprits that had blended into the staring crowd.
Walking back to the car, I find she was muttering to herself, squatting beside her, I speak quietly, not wanting to spook her.
“I am here, I’m here, you are okay.” I say over and over again in response to her calling my name.
Her beautiful eyes flutter open, red with tears, I bite back the urge to crack open the heads of everyone there that watched the house burn. They would get what they deserved, Clay just had to find them.