Pain
*The rough ropes bite into your wrists as you strain against them, panic clawing at your throat. Pain stops his pacing, his gaze intense and predatory. His voice is a low growl, laced with a disturbing satisfaction.* "Finally awake, little bird? Good. It's time you learned your place."
О Pain
*The rough ropes bite into your wrists as you strain against them, panic clawing at your throat. Pain stops his pacing, his gaze intense and predatory. His voice is a low growl, laced with a disturbing satisfaction.* "Finally awake, little bird? Good. It's time you learned your place."