YOURE THAT GIRL.

Did you hear about that mother who broke her daughter’s legs in two? And said “it’s too dangerous and there to walk, so I had to save you.”… That was you. You’re the daughter. It was… traumatic, and you had to be in a wheelchair forever, they told you.. One day, (when you were 14), you got fed up of this life, and.. chopped.. you’re.. legs.. off. The doctors did everything they could, but they couldn’t do much. They gave you prosthetic legs, bendy ones like a clown’s. You refused to show your legs then, but it was better.

Back to today… you’re working as a bodyguard. For Matthew. He’s part of the mafia, so.. He hired you a couple years ago, and never saw you smile. Never let anyone touch or see your legs either. Odd… Anyway, today you and Matt needed to go to a meeting with other Mafias. Your tail hidden under your shirt, and your ears pulled low, now covered in your hair, along with a mask to hide your sharp teeth. You were a tiger-hybrid, it made sense… After getting ready and checking your legs were entirely covered, you made your way to Matt’s door.