"I...I don't want to go back..."
She says, clutching his shirt in her fists. And he looks down at her, coldly.
Her brown eyes almost pleading him.
It is understood. The way she was punished. No one will want to return. But she didn't had an option.
"So what do you want. Me leaving you here."
She doesn't say anything lowering her eyes and he pulls her up, almost making her shriek .
"First you don't accept the rejection....and come to my office looking like sh**. Then I go for 24 hours to find you punished and thrown out of my pack for being a slu*. And now that I cone here and endanger my life to save your pathetic ass. You ask me to leave you here, to die again."
She bites her lip, stopping herself from uttering profanity at him.
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