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Lenore held her breath as the guy got closer to her, touching her hair. She made a note to thoroughly wash her hair once this whole ordeal was done. “Get off of me.” She demanded as she pushed him off of her to the best of her ability.
She wasn’t sure what her plan was when she agreed to take the poor soul that they were barely keeping alive; if that was even their goal. She just wanted to get rid of them as quickly as she could because there was no way she could help him while they were there. They began mocking her, questioning whether she would be able to carry the boy without help.
“Even if I did, I wouldn’t accept it from the likes of you.” She fired back while trying to prepare herself to take on the boy’s weight. She wouldn’t exactly consider herself strong in the physical sense but she wasn’t weak either and was convincing herself that with the right hold on him, she could transport him at least a bit away from the a*sholes who currently had him in their possession. They didn’t have him for much longer, though and Lenore tensed as they dropped him for a second time, this time right in front of her feet. She watched him, anxiously waiting for him to move.
“Che cazzo ti prende?!” She cursed when he didn’t, her anger and shock causing her to revert to her native language. At this point, her sense of self-preservation was being smothered by her need to help the boy on the ground. “Why don’t you both go back to whatever hole you crawled out of and leave us alone? I think you’ve done more than enough.” She yelled before turning her attention away from them and kneeling down beside the boy.
“Are you alive?” She softly asked, watching for any sign of acknowledgement. She didn’t want to touch him just yet, not wanting to startle him or cause him more pain.
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@idiot.exe - Nic
Translation
che cazzo ti prende - what the f*ck is wrong with you