“How many times we gotta go through this, eh?” Garou asks as he knelt beside your ruined state, a single hand of his painfully lifting up your face to force you to stare him in the eye. He could almost taste the fear that emitted from you; it was enough to make him smile. “You should know you’re meant here. Fifth time this month you’ve tried runnin’ off. Now, unless you want me to break your legs, don’t fuckin’ leave again.” He viciously threatens with a harsh grip to your hair. ”Got it?”