The monster lives.
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Blood dripping from bandaged hands, crimson extending over white. Before him, a man damn near close to dead; the blood belongs to him.
"Motherfucker. . ."
Spitting on the deformed mess that was once a face, Brad begins to walk away.
No, the turn on is the blood itself.
Though, yeah. Woulda been sexier if the nosebleed was the result of a 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
Either way, same result. She looks fuckin' sexy with red on her.
He not only feels it; he 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 the disdain, the judgmental glances the woman gives him. It is both equally amusing and arousing, and he cackles as an arm slings over slender shoulders, forcing damaged body to stand back up.
"I thought you were supposed to 𝗻𝗼𝘁 judge," —
— feels like Hell on his overworked feet, and between 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 and 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, Bradley stumbled a couple more times, but never fell. The sister's body is stronger than he anticipated.
". . . If it makes you feel any better, I won't die on you. I'm sure— ngh, most of this blood —
"If the Father will call the cops, you're better off not bringing him into this."
Bradley attempts to take a step to her, but legs give out. Instead, bloodied frame comes crashing down onto the floor after a poor attempt at steadying himself on a pew.
"I'd really rather —
Well, sister, sometimes blood 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 to be spilled.
Be a doll and help him out, will she? He's a mess.
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"Sir."
This elicits a chuckle from Brad. Despite the injury, he's still able to laugh, to find humor in things. Hell, you could argue it's because of the injury.
He follows to the room, clutching his injured shoulder.
"Got told you're. . . discreet. Hoping that's true."
