>>11572414Yeah, you're right. I don't think I can really do it now though, it would be a very odd heel turn. Though if I can find a way to fit it in I will.
>>11538190>the conversation ended and Moona put her clothes back on>She stared down at her bruises and wondered where everything went so wrong>she used to love you>now all she felt was fear the moment she saw you>Moona hobbled down the steps are best she could to begin preparing food for your return>It was a struggled, having to limp the whole way>All she could think of while preparing chicken was the fact that her dignity had been lost overnight>the amount of people who saw her naked form>Her bruised, broken, naked form>She finished cooking before finally going to mend her leg>Moona, having no knowledge of first aid, did her best to splint her ankle and wrap up her still open wound>Just two weeks more and then she'd be free>Two weeks>Maybe you wouldn't even abuse her at all during that time. It was a small mercy that she didn't provoke your ire each day>Moona hobbled up the steps and back to her computer, ready to do another stream>Something easy, for her own sanity>she went along with minecraft and all she could notice was how concerned her chat and superchats were>The bruises were steadily increasing and the one on her windpipe had yet to heal>It still hurt to speak, hurt to cry>Hurt to even breathe>She talked in a hoarse, labored tone >She could hardly finish the hour long minecraft stream>Once over, she lay down on the bed>She was so tired. Turns out sleeping outside naked wasn't conducive to a good night's rest>"Where are you Moona!?">Moona jolted out of bed and looked at the clock>5PM>She'd slept the entire day>She hopped up, momentarily forgetting the injury on her leg>She slipped and fell over, shouting in pain>Then came marching upstairs, her doorway flung open>"Where's my dinner?">"I-It's ow... It's in the fridge.">"Well go get it for me.">"Y-es. Right away.">Moona got up and shuffled to the stairs, doing her best to make it down while using the railing as a support>She threw the chicken in the microwave and cooked it>You traveled back downstairs hearing him snicker>Something was off>You were too relaxed, but not in a way that suggested you were in a good mood>There was a tension to you>you put the chicken down on the table and motioned Moona to sit by you>"I was getting the mail and found something quite interesting. Do you mind telling me what this is?">He slid a document on the table>The immigration papers to Japan>Moona felt her heart stop beating and broke out in a cold sweat>She opened her mouth but words wouldn't escape>"So that's how it is is it...? This is why you were learning Japanese, was it? To leave me?">Moona began to hyper ventilate and feel dizzy>Her stomach did flips and she felt as though she might vomit>Somehow, your subtly calm attitude was even more terrifying>She expected you to fly into a rage at any moment>"Well? Are you going to tell me or not?">Suddenly you shot up and Moona fell from her chair>Tears began to form in her eyes>"Moona, I love you. You know I only do this out of love, right?">Again, Moona's words failed her>Her face was completely pale and her eyes full of fear>You paused for a moment>"Get up. I've got something for you.">Moona's bladder once again failed her and she let loose all over the floor, shaking uncontrollably>Your fists clenched tightly and you yanked her up by her wrist, dragging her into the garage>She shook so violently you could barely keep hold of her>You sat her down by the car, got a blow torch and a cattle brand>"I'll ask again.">You flicked the blow torch on and off, watching the sharp flame ignite and vanish in a second>"Do you or do you not intend to leave the country?">Moona quickly shook her head>"Moona. Moona, Moona, Moona. You know it's not nice to lie.">Moona was in for what would be one of the worst nights of her entire existence 