~Ann's point of view~
I cringe when I feel his large hand lay gently on the small of my back and he begins to lead me away from the goons and woman's broken bodies. He seemed to be leading me to a hotel and I shutter slightly to think what he might be going to do. He walked in like we where a blooming couple and strolled up to the front desk, "may I help you sir?" The manger ask professionally, 'why I believe you can, you will give the young lady and myself your best room, oh! And don't be stingy with those little pillow chocolates!'He grins over and me and I look away crossly. I feel him wrap an arm around my waist and pin me to his side, making sure I couldn't escape, "Smile" he growls in my ear, his hot breath causing me to want and shiver though I suppressed it and was forced to give a weak smile as he was handed keys and walked to the elevator. Once inside he still didn't release me from his strong grip. For a tall, thin English bloke, he was extremity strong, and tugged me with him out if the posh lift. We walk to a sweet and he opens the door, a beautiful room relvealed. If it had been under any other circumstance I would have smiled and been impressed. He finally released me and I walked into the room examining it, taking note of the small sound of the door locking, my big green eyes already flicking over the lay out trying to find another exit. 'Sit' he orders and I make my way to a stain, golden and white love seat sitting down on it quietly and smiling, though my eyes where full of hate. I didn't take kindly to people telling me what to do, not after my childhood
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I fell in love with the purple devil
Hayran KurguAnn had it hard enough, all she wanted to do was help people and now, because of her so called 'gift' she couldn't even fight without gloves. So after a horrid lose all she needed was to see three men beating up another on the street, a tall man in...
