Happy new year my darlings !! Hope this year treats you well <3
Nothing's gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex
Nothing's gonna hurt you baby, as long as you're with me you'll be just fine
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Grayson's point of view :
"You sure this is a good idea?" Ethan asks again. I roll my eyes at him.
No, it's not a good idea. But I'm gonna do it anyway.
"Just put the fucking mask on" I mumble back. He sighs but puts the mask on anyways.
It only took a few hours to find Christopher's address. And then a few days to formulate a plan. He's gonna fucking pay for what he did to Evangeline.
We walk into the large room and I feel my anger level immediately rise when I see Christopher tied in the chair. I'm might actually fucking kill him.
"Let me go!" he yells, fighting against the restraints. I chuckle at his weak efforts. Deon tied it, he's not getting anywhere.
As we get to him, I have to hold myself back from hitting him already. I don't think I've ever been this angry. Or at least, not for a long time.
"Take the blindfold off," I tell deon quietly. Deon gives me a look.
"Why do you have masks on? You look dumb as fuck" he points out. I roll my eyes again.
Someone doesn't know the point of a mask. Christopher's gonna shit his pants when we take them off.
"Just take the fucking blindfold off" I retaliate. He sticks his tongue out at me but listens.
Christopher looks terrified when the blindfold comes off, and I don't blame him. Ethan and I are quite large, and Deon, Mac, and Ryan are very fit.
"Hello, Christopher" I greet in a mumble. He looks at me with squinted eyes.
"Who the fuck are you? Why am I here?" he continues. I make a tsk noise as I walk closer.
"I don't think you're in a position to ask questions," I tell him. His eyes glance around the darkroom and I know he's looking for a way out. He won't find one.
"Let me go" he repeats. I ignore him and finally take off the mask. Ethans follows my actions.
Christopher looks between me and Ethan, his eyes wide.
"Shit" he curses. I chuckle.
"Yeah, shit" I agree.
"I didn't even do anything wrong!" he says quickly. I laugh sourly.
"You didn't do anything wrong?" I repeat. He nods frantically.
I pull out my phone and bring up the pictures I took of the stitched cut on Evangeline's chest. It physically hurts me to look at it.
