It was around six thirty in the evening when Scarlett felt someone gently attempting to wake her from her deepened sleep. She groaned as she opened her heavy eyes and looked up to see an unfortunately familiar face. It was Gabrielle seated on the edge of the bed, dressed in a tailored suit and smelling of expensive cologne. His normally spiked hair was instead slicked back and his face had been cleanly shaven, as if he were going out somewhere. Not that she cared if he were or not.
“Go away.” she muttered softly, half asleep as she tried to roll over and away from him, “Leave me here to die alone in peace.”
Scarlett felt as her cuffed hand was being fiddled with, then suddenly released along with a soft ‘click’ sound and she pulled her numbed arm in against her chest, hissing in pain. It
