Bea Delaine
Sugary Sweet Sadist
Ben squeezed the hand lightly, seeking comfort from the touch. Though she doubted such a man could be stopped by them she had a bit of hope when with Julie.. maybe that tomorrow would come with many more days safe for all of them. She looked down for a moment before answering his first question. "He never knew.. I had a tracker in my arm to keep me rom being taken hostage when I was too young to take self defense. It stayed and when I found out my color.. my mom bought me contacts and while out I freaked out and cut my arm open. I dug out the tracker and my mom got home to clean up the mess. When my dad walked in, he wanted to know what happened so my mom revealed her color and said she was taking me with her. She knew he would kill her... but he never found out." She answered in a small and lackluster voice. She had a strange apathy for the memory. Like, though it haunted her dreams, she consciously refused to care.
Ben looked at Julie and squeezed the hand a little again. "I believe you Julie. Im not scared if I have you-er- and everyone by my side. Just.. remember what we're up against when those times come."
Ben looked at Julie and squeezed the hand a little again. "I believe you Julie. Im not scared if I have you-er- and everyone by my side. Just.. remember what we're up against when those times come."