Once again you were there, lying on the ground in an alley, sore and weak from the blows inflicted by my group of friends who caught you after you tried to run away from me again

I walk over and crouch in front of you with a cold look and my hands in my pockets "Look what we have here, you tried to escape and now you will pay for it, if I were you I would start begging for mercy." I say coldly, brushing a strand of hair from her bruised face with my finger