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MeganFieldsman
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It was late when Isabella's husband got home drunk and out it. He woke her up grumbling. Well he tried to. When he did wake her up, she immediately heard some noises from the basement. She was glad for once that he started yelling at her,"Isa! What the fuck happened to your hand?!? You clumsy whore! Go sleep somewhere else! I don wan any blood in my bed!" With that, a loud sound rang out over the silence left. It was the sound of skin hiding skin. His hand had left a mark across her face. She quickly got up and grabbed her guns on the way out without him noticing.
She then found the man quickly because she knew the loud noises she had heard was him. "Be quiet and go lay back down. It is late and if Jack finds you he will kill me. Your swords will be returned to you in the morning after he takes his leave," she informed him, "Also my name is Isabella Adams if you did not know. I would like your name now." She knew it was late but if he was up then it was alright to question. In the light candle light that she held in her hands, the hand print on her face shown well.
She then found the man quickly because she knew the loud noises she had heard was him. "Be quiet and go lay back down. It is late and if Jack finds you he will kill me. Your swords will be returned to you in the morning after he takes his leave," she informed him, "Also my name is Isabella Adams if you did not know. I would like your name now." She knew it was late but if he was up then it was alright to question. In the light candle light that she held in her hands, the hand print on her face shown well.