Her body was covered in ambiguous red marks, and around her neck was a faint trace of purplish bruise.
When she saw me come in, the girl shrank back, tears streaking through her makeup, leaving trails on her face that seemed somewhat comical.
Her voice was wary, "What are you going to do?"
But I simply sat beside her, "Relax, if you don't want to, I won't force you."
The blonde girl didn't seem to believe me, "Impossible, you are all bad people, in a moment I'm going to get someone to arrest all of you."
Listening to her somewhat childish talk, I couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to pinch her chin, forcing her to look straight at me, "What the hell are you talking about, bitch? Haven't you thought about your situation? Serve well, and maybe you can get out. If not, do you think you'll see tomorrow's sun?"
