originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]Alyssa's eyes flew open, and the first thing she saw was a masculine figure. Who it was didn't matter to her; she flew to her feet, backing away from Damien, hatred and prejudice in her once-innocent, green eyes. It didn't matter how calming his aura was, Alyssa didn't trust Damien in the slightest–however it was, in no way, the man's fault, rather the psychiatrist who told her that he liked her, then proceeded to hypnotize her into sex, and afterwards saying that she'd make a good prostitute. Just the thought of the recent events sent a shiver down her spine, not because of the cold, and her eyes to flare up with rejuvenated anger.[/i]
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[b]Damien raised a mere eyebrow, not willing to speak. He'd seen the look before... It reminded him of years gone by...[/b] [b]He continued to sit across from her, knowing that she'd exhaust herself... Maybe even knock herself in the process. She was so vehement in her sobs...[/b] [b]Time seemed to pass, Damien eventually lighting a cigarette, placing it in-between his upper lip and lower metal jaw. Eventually he spoke up, assuming she had enough time to think.[/b] [i]"Alright, kid, you got choices here. You can talk to me, I can try to help you, or you can continue to assume I'm a lowlife out to harm you... I say option two... I can walk you to medical, we can take the public route if you don't trust me enough. You'd have witnesses if something happened... I'll give you a coat or something..."[/i]