Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25763181-20131202083852/@comment-7497475-20131204034924

Not even for a moment did she consider telling him. Citrine flicked her head to the side, blowing some hair out of her eyes. It throbbed with the movement, but she didn't care. Looking around the room, she saw nothing important. She looked up at her captor.

"Where am I? And why am I here?"

She considered spitting in his face, but the idea didn't suit her. Although, she did want to dye his clothes. The black and red just didn't look good.

''Hmmm, pink. Pink would be good.''