moment and not have to keep track of it all. Throwing her clothes off her body, the Filipina climbed right into the hot tub.
She's a scientist's daughter, does that mean that's the only reason she was stolen? It's not impossible. And who in their right mind would kill their employer? The head of the mafia. This
woman is insane, no other way.
***
A black T-shirt with long sleeves, much bigger than hers. It's a little worn at the elbows, and there are some cutouts at the throat. Was it designed that way, or did she just have to? Either way, the clothes were obviously not new, which meant they were someone else's.
Some kind of pants and, oh goodness! Pink socks, instead of black or white. This woman is not colorblind, she knows other colors! What a revelation.
No other shoes were provided, just hers, but that was for the best. More comfortable and pleasant. Unsure of her dirty clothes, Tala knocked on the door a couple of times still not letting go of the thought of these two thugs watching over her.
***
moment and not have to keep track of it all. Throwing her clothes off her body, the Filipina climbed right into the hot tub.
She's a scientist's daughter, does that mean that's the only reason she was stolen? It's not impossible. And who in their right mind would kill their employer? The head of the mafia. This
woman is insane, no other way.
***
A black T-shirt with long sleeves, much bigger than hers. It's a little worn at the elbows, and there are some cutouts at the throat. Was it designed that way, or did she just have to? Either way, the clothes were obviously not new, which meant they were someone else's.
Some kind of pants and, oh goodness! Pink socks, instead of black or white. This woman is not colorblind, she knows other colors! What a revelation.
No other shoes were provided, just hers, but that was for the best. More comfortable and pleasant. Unsure of her dirty clothes, Tala knocked on the door a couple of times still not letting go of the thought of these two thugs watching over her.
***
The Turk woman reread the deal document over and over again, rereading certain lines that crashed into her brain and would not go away.
The lamp illuminated the entire desk brightly and corroded the eyes of the huntress, who constantly rubbed her temples while covering her eyelids.
Nicole has been standing in front of the woman for some time now, waiting for at least one word, and even a glance would be enough to let her know that she is still in front of her.
Fade exhales, shakes off his cigarette over the ashtray, and wanders his gaze over the girl's clothes, sometimes lingering on the small, exposed parts of her body.
- Comfortable? I only found this, the rest is dirty or torn... sit down,- leaning against the upholstery of a chair, the woman watched as Neon put her hand on the back of a small chair. With a pat on her knee, Fade drew the girl's attention to herself, "Not on the chair. On my lap.
The Filipina stood in a stupor. Why should she suddenly obey this woman who was clearly overcome with insanity? Although it would be scary to test how patient she was. For now. Time will pass and she is sure to test someone else's patience. Oh, she'll drink it like sweet tea.
Letting go of the back of her chair, the girl walked tentatively to the turkish girl, eyeing the place where she patted her hand. Neon crouched on her knees, feeling the stranger's arms embrace her in a flash, groping her body.
- Hmm... Your parents aren't that poor, but there's not much mass in the body at all. What is it? - Hazal's gaze shifted sharply to the girl's face. Grasping her fingers on her chin, she turned toward the light to see a small scratch,- Honey, tell me. Where did it come from? Did someone think of damaging your face on the way to my house? Tell me who or point him out. I'll kill anyone who dares touch you.