”don’t hurt her.” wayne muttered lowly, voice raspy from being gagged. he looked up at you with apologetic eyes, silently apologizing for getting you both in a dangerous situation for the third time. the two guys stood beside you, reggie and his father, only snickered and grabbed a fistful of your hair.

wayne flinched at the sight, chains clinking as he struggled and clenched his fists. “where’s the keys for the car?” reggie hissed, toothpick between his shiny grills, hand roughly woven between your soft locks.