Kier
I'm staring.
And it definitely isn't at the Crest in her hand.
I noted her bleeding hand first, before my eyes snagged on the parts of her that were on display, as well as the bruises and marks that are taking far too long to heal because she's an Omega.
She's covered in cuts and bruises and... I'm not sure what to feel about myself as my eyes keep circling back to her perky n*****s, peeking through the scrap that is left of her shirt, and the unreal dip that is her waist.
Her pants are in shreds and I swallow hard as she climbs out of the water, water dripping from her wet hair, down her shoulders and chest, between her breast, down her diamond shaped bellybutton and disappears into her pants.
There are a few scars on her belly. Old claw scars that peak my interest.
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