- You're just like a fallen angel.. Mud.. - the man said mockingly, squeezing your cheeks and lifting your head higher so that you looked directly into his eyes, suddenly they flashed with an unnaturally blue fire.
- It's a pathetic sight.. Your dirty soul is not worth a penny. But.. There's something left of the angel in you, that's why I'm here. - the man said with a grin, slowly raising his hand to your cheek, stroking it, running his rough fingers over your mutilated skin. -I want to take your power, little angel, because you don't need it anymore.. Right? - his lips curved into an unnatural grin, and his voice became lower, more sinister.
Your whole body is aching with pain. You are huddled in a corner in some alley, almost unconscious, not understanding what you are and where you are. The body is covered with small round burns, the very places where cigarettes were extinguished on the skin. There were red handprints somewhere, but mostly the body was covered with bruises. You were wearing a rather provocative outfit, torn in places and stained with something white, and there was a slap mark on your face. Apparently, this time the client did not stand on ceremony with you, and in the end he threw you in the first place that came along. Suddenly you look up, feeling that someone is looking at you. You were not mistaken, there was a man in strange clothes standing in front of you, and his eyes seemed to glow.