Fix My Cuts And Kiss My Bruises

Fix My Cuts And Kiss My Bruises

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'"Its OK, you can trust me." His swords were soft and sweet, the sound of his voice mesmerized me for some strange reason. Then I knew it. I could trust him. For the first time in ages, there was someone I could tell things to and not regret the next day, I now knew I had someone who would miss me I went away.' Welcome to Red Grove, where your guaranteed to have a bad time. That's local resident, Jayla Payne's motto. Red grove is one of those places where it's kill or be killed. Jayla Payne is one of the killers. Or is she? Maybe she's just misunderstood, no let me rephrase that. She IS misunderstood. She doesn't care about not having anyone to love or to love her. She doesn't care she's the most hated in school. But those things are going to change when after another fight, she's forced to live with her older brother and his 'flat mates'.
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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