Snippet #1094798

Kiya walked into the hideout, it was by no means what she had hoped for. It looked like a shelter. Kiya’s hopes were dashed as she disappointedly plopped herself on a char near the girl. She examined the girl’s wounds, the man had done a good job. Kiya went out side and got medicines and pain relievers from her twinkie truck, she brought them back in and put them next to the girl, she would sure as hell need those when she woke up.

Kiya looked through the shelter and found a ripped black tank top and dirty blue jeans, it was the best she could do in such a mess. Definitely better than the bikini. Kiya went outside once more and strapped a dagger to her thigh under the jeans. It was small, thin and smooth. Kiya grabbed the belt of knifes and retied them to her. She refused to go unprotected any longer.

Kiya also took one deadly amount of medicine in her pocket. Just in case Steven tried anything. Same for the knife, after all, he was crazy and she was a crazy-beautiful woman. She crept back in the final time hoping he had not noticed her absence.