ᵍᵉᵐᵐᵃ → ⁽ ᵍᵃᵗᵉᵏᵉᵉᵖᶜʳ ⁾:

                            if the first time had aimed to SEND A MESSAGE then this time it was meant to DESTROY.  to turn the most valued club possession to rubble.   (   leave the KING  vulnerable    ——  CHECKMATE.   )        she’d been so careful. held the gun so close. was wary of anyone who approached her.  but still , these precautions could not save her from the brute strength/ of multiple men. it did not save her from them.  and perhaps now it was too late to be saved at all.  they drop her on the front steps unceremoniously , clutching only to a thin blanket to cover herself from the night air or prying eyes.  (    had it hurt this bad the FIRST time  ?    no   ——   this was so much WORSE.   )    

                _{he doesn’t waste time in yanking open the door , instantly pointing gun outwards with finger hooked around the trigger . he doesn’t look downwards , doesn’t notice the small bundle draped across harsh ground – he’s about to let it go , but SOMETHING prompts downwards gaze , dragging attentions . violence drilled into his bones , there was no SOFTNESS within him ( except for her , you love her ) yet the very instant umber gaze finds her form … he’s on his knees in a heartbeat , r e a c h  i  n g for her as though checking that it was her , that it was REAL . hands meet scratchy blanket , callous fingers searching for familiar frame beneath thin fabric , yet he’s being gentle , concern deep-set into the lines of his face , && the shake within strong tone foreign .               ❝  gemma ? gem– ?!  ❞}