Re: Prologue - Jonas Fletcher
Jonas did it quickly enough that Sylvia, or Mist, whatever she called herself, didn't have time to react, and he hears a crunch as his forehead connects with her nose. She topples backwards onto her ass, letting loose a hiss of mixed anger and pain. "Son of a Bitch!" She yells angrily, fixing her nose and getting back up, acting like it never happened. "You really do like it rough, don't you? Stop worrying so much, It'll be the best thing you've ever felt, I promise..." She says sweetly, but staying out of his range for the moment.