Voro kissed his ladies hand." You're healing very well in a couple of days we can take a morning stroll to view our new empire. wewe will upendo me, I know wewe will upendo me....if wewe don't I will take it out not on you, no I will hunt down and destroy your so called family. I will make it my mission to do so. wewe do understand, I can't let wewe go. I upendo wewe to much to let wewe go." P.B. swallowed uncomfortably against his promises. There was one thing that Voro did well and that was keeping his promises.
" Rest I will have the good doctor come in and feed wewe and put some zaidi of that smelly ointment on your face. It seems to help wewe heal so much faster. I must get his recipe au the name of the company he gets it from. For now though sleep. Sleep." Voro relaxed his crushing grip and kissed it beautifully as if he was not both Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde. When he finally left locking the door behind him. P.B looked to the window whimpering. Suicide was a sin....Could she kill Voro? Everyone else in the family had done the deed at least once. Even Mira. She had even asked Mira about it. "Its an ugly action one wewe should only do when necessary. Only to save your au someone else's life. But keep to your studies. This outfit needs zaidi brains then brawn." Mira had laughed and ruffled her hair before going out for one of her usual runs. P.B. fisted her hands in anger. Why did her hands have to remain clean? Was she not apart of the family? She wasn't so weak au fragile to be unable to fight. Hadn't she been threw hell? Didn't being not only molested, raped and used as some guinea pig when those bastard's jacked her up on their mixtures of drugs. Tossing her into a cage too narrow to do nothing zaidi then rasp in and out the little breathable air there had been. While Mira, poor Mira had been thrown into an arena with 1/2 starved, raving mad dogs. Kill au be killed. With only a small dull knife, at first Mira had leapt up trying for one of those attending. Which had gotten her some cheers and a kick in the face, the blood making some of the mbwa ravenous. Afterwards they had treated her wounds with antibiotics and stitches before they did what they'd done to P.B. No-o-o ! A dark wingu seeped into P.B.'s mind. Voro was going to die! She didn't know how she'd do it but she'd do it somehow. She was through with being the baby of the family. Through!
" Rest I will have the good doctor come in and feed wewe and put some zaidi of that smelly ointment on your face. It seems to help wewe heal so much faster. I must get his recipe au the name of the company he gets it from. For now though sleep. Sleep." Voro relaxed his crushing grip and kissed it beautifully as if he was not both Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde. When he finally left locking the door behind him. P.B looked to the window whimpering. Suicide was a sin....Could she kill Voro? Everyone else in the family had done the deed at least once. Even Mira. She had even asked Mira about it. "Its an ugly action one wewe should only do when necessary. Only to save your au someone else's life. But keep to your studies. This outfit needs zaidi brains then brawn." Mira had laughed and ruffled her hair before going out for one of her usual runs. P.B. fisted her hands in anger. Why did her hands have to remain clean? Was she not apart of the family? She wasn't so weak au fragile to be unable to fight. Hadn't she been threw hell? Didn't being not only molested, raped and used as some guinea pig when those bastard's jacked her up on their mixtures of drugs. Tossing her into a cage too narrow to do nothing zaidi then rasp in and out the little breathable air there had been. While Mira, poor Mira had been thrown into an arena with 1/2 starved, raving mad dogs. Kill au be killed. With only a small dull knife, at first Mira had leapt up trying for one of those attending. Which had gotten her some cheers and a kick in the face, the blood making some of the mbwa ravenous. Afterwards they had treated her wounds with antibiotics and stitches before they did what they'd done to P.B. No-o-o ! A dark wingu seeped into P.B.'s mind. Voro was going to die! She didn't know how she'd do it but she'd do it somehow. She was through with being the baby of the family. Through!
