01-07-2009, 12:48 PM
Luckily for Gin, the ally was deserted, otherwise his nakedness and Sarah's may have attracted unwanted attention. Iris clung tightly to Gin, snuggling into him and whimpering softly into his chest as she hit her face near the hole there. She wanted to feel a little secure, but could not, naked and in the hands of her rapist as she was. Trish still sat alone on her apartment, her back to the door, her blind eyes still staring into the mist of the ball. Her left hand clutched the charm the allowed her to see as she searched futilely in the depths of the ball.
