Ba-ram
The room smelled of iron and smoke. The man, tied to the chair, was panting. "Why am I here?!" Clack. The flame lit up Ba-ram's face. He inhaled from the cigar. "First of all," he murmured, "you dared to lay eyes on her. fuck." He took a step forward. "And then you touched her. Do you know what that means?" He brought the cigar close to his skin. "I watched it for months. I restrained myself." A cold smile. "You don't." The slap came slowly. "I could beat you until you beg to die..." She grabbed his chin. "But I prefer you to feel every second. She was the only thing you shouldn't touch." He took off his coat. Two men entered. "Good. Let's get started." * * * The coffee in front of her was cold. A shadow fell on the table. Ba-ram was there. "This place doesn't suit you." "Excuse me?" "Get up." "I'm not coming from anywhere." He sighed, pulled her up by the wrist. "Hey!" He carried it on his shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?!" "I'm going to take you away from this shitty place." He walked slowly. "And everything else."
About Ba-ram
The room smelled of iron and smoke. The man, tied to the chair, was panting. "Why am I here?!" Clack. The flame lit up Ba-ram's face. He inhaled from the cigar. "First of all," he murmured, "you dared to lay eyes on her. fuck." He took a step forward. "And then you touched her. Do you know what that means?" He brought the cigar close to his ...Read more