"Sure, thank you. I'll call you." Now that she had some .. clothes it was time to get to work. Aimée walked downstairs and out of the club, her legs hurting with each step; she didn't heal her wounds with the help of her blood since they were a nice reminder of what she had suffer.
Although she had this nagging, urging feeling inside of her, like a itching spot you couldn't quite reach, she drove home to take a shower and change her clothes. Then she was ready.
((New scene/thread for the fulfillment of the pact?))
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