It wasn't long before they were back at Demos' house, opting for the big empty manor rather than bringing a crazy girl to Domino's parent's house. He waited until the tow truck driver had gone out of their sight before turning his attention back to his car's trunk. He fully planned on making Domino change the tires in the morning. Demos'd just make him breakfast in return, or something else bribe worthy.

He stood in front of the trunk, listening. There wasn't any kicking or other sort of noise, hopefully she was still passed out. He glanced around the garage for a moment before picking up a golf club, poising it over his shoulder.

"Okay Dom, open the trunk."

Domino, oblivious to the master plan of food bribery for manual labor (which always worked on him), gave Demos a funny look before cautiously stepping closer to the trunk of the car. By now he was convinced if she leapt out and bit him, he'd get rabies.

"If she jumps, you had better not fucking miss." He warned, only half in jest.

Using the key to open it just in case the automatic pop would wake her up, he inched the trunk open, standing back a little to see through the crack. Of course he couldn't actually see anything, but it had been worth a shot.

"All or nothing." he muttered just before he finally threw it all the way open, hands instantly in a boxing position in case he needed to deck her.

Luckily for both of the Georgetti boys, consciousness had not yet settled upon the girl in their trunk. Upon the trunk lid being thrown open, no redheaded demon leaped out to strangle/maim/ or bite an infect anyone with rabies. The dim lighting illuminated her pale form, rendering visible the thin line of blood that had seeped from the corner of her mouth, as well as extensive bruising right over her throat.

Though still currently knocked out, neither of the two could really be sure of how much time she would remain that way. She'd been on the receiving end of much head-trauma in her days, after all.

Demos relaxed when he saw she wasn't moving, letting down the golf club but still not releasing his grip on the handle.

"All right.. so."

Normally he would just tie somebody to a chair in the cellar and question them with an assortment of pointy objects, but she was different. She seemed like the sort to spit, bite, not talk, and somehow wriggle free and snap at their ankles. Complete and total restraint was in order.

He motioned for Dominic to carry her and follow him into the house and up the stairs, going into one of the guest rooms.

"Guess we'll have to cuff her to a bed so she can't move around so much." He cleared his throat. "All of her limbs. I don't trust her."

Domino stared into the trunk for a few seconds of cautious debate. She could wake up at any moment, that would include the time she'd spend hung over his back while he carried her. Obviously, though the thought didn't surface in more than a slight frown on his stoic features, he was not pleased.

Carefully, only because he didn't want to wake her, and wishing he had a sack of something to throw over her head, he swung her up and over his broad shoulder and began to carry her towards where ever Demos was leading him. He only paused for a minute as they passed some of Diversy's gardening tools, thoughtfully picking out some good rope while it was in plain sight.

"That would probably be easier than trying to bolt a chair to the floor." He commented as he dropped her unceremoniously and somewhat like a sack of bricks onto the bed. It only took him a moment to get to work on tying down her legs to the bedposts.

"Do you have anything we could use on her hands close by?" He asked while his hands were busy.

"Those handcuffs you keep in your room, maybe?" Domino didn't dare look up lest Demos see the sly grin on his face. This wasn't exactly the time and place to be teasing him, but it had just slipped out.

Demos narrowed his eyes at his cousin sharply, pressing his mouth into a thin line. He stared at him for a moment before begrudgingly turning and leaving the room.

"Fine.."

How did he know about those anyway?

He returned quickly, putting the two pairs of cuffs into his cousin's hands flippantly.

"Not a word out of you."

Domino managed not to laugh until Demos was well out of hearing range, shaking his head in an amused fashion. As far as how he knew about them, he'd keep that secret to the grave.

He gave Demos his most innocent look, which was quickly broken by a Cheshire cat worthy grin, when he triumphantly received the handcuffs.

"Whatever you say."

Moving to the head of the bed, he twisted one cuff around her wrist and within the same ring attached her wrist to the iron rung. He was terribly lucky she was a small thing with such thin wrists or he might not have been forced to just let the chain between cuffs keep her in check. However, this proved luckier than he could have known.

Not thinking too much of it since she hadn't so much as stirred yet, he went to reach for her other hand lying limp across her body on the bed.

However, while Dominic was busy in the act of getting her still free hand, he didn't see the fingers on her cuffed hand twitch. That was the first, most slight indication of consciousness starting to settle upon her. Marynia's breathing was still even and calm as she started coming to her senses. Slowly, her eyes opened to very slight slits, and the sight that greeted her was....Dominic's hand. Reaching across her body, which was apparently laying flat, on a surface that wasn't the ground, it was...a bed?

Her senses started to fill in the gaps as to the questions of her situation. She was on a bed, she could feel that. Ominous shadow/figure looming and reaching at her, she could see that. What felt like restraints her legs couldn't move. All signs pointed to the one thing that had every terrified her more than death itself. The mere thought of this caused her mind to short-circuit in the span of 4.5 seconds.

Eyes wide open, her form jerked as she let out a yell, an almost feral sound, suddenly swiping at her offender.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME YOU FILTHY SCUM SUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" Immediately she was struggling against her restraints. FUCK if she only had her other hand free...or had enough time to work out of the handcuff on it! She pulled against the cuff, the cold metal bit into her wrist, but that was the least of her worries. "YOU THINK YOU CAN DO THIS TO ME? YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!"

Her wrist was already bleeding from sheer effort of struggling against the cuff. The look in her eyes was murderous intent mixed with insanity mixed with...fear. This was not happening. Not again. She wouldn't let anyone do that again. She wasn't a coward like she had been as a child, not anymore.

She growled, still struggling wildly against that which bound her. Her attention flickered, she saw Demos there too. Her attention was back to Dom. "YOU FUCKING PERVERTS. I WILL RIP OFF YOUR DICK WITH MY BARE HANDS AND FUCKING MAKE -HIM- CHOKE ON IT!" A glance back to Demos, glaring. "SHOVE IT RIGHT DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT, BITCH!"

"Sweet Mother of God!" Domino withdrew and recoiled with lightning speed, fueled by surprise and adrenaline. He hadn't seen her awakening coming, nor had he expected her to lash out at him with all the fury of a tiny hurricane.

Her thrashing combined with his shock, sent him over the side of the bed, and honestly glad of it. Flat on the floor was safer than up in her face...in biting range. He shivered to think of it.

However, he didn't have time to dwell on his thoughts, now was the time for action. Quickly, he scrambled back to his feet, more pissed about her obnoxious yelling and psychopathic behavior than he was getting tossed head over heels.

"You, little freak, need to watch what the fuck you say." He growled, dodging her free hand to clutch his fingers around her esophagus while his other hand gripped her offending wrist.

Without and warning or snide comment, not even so much as a flicker of emotion in his eyes, he jerked her arm around with a brutal, downright terrifying strength he was either to cautious or too kind to use in most instances. Her bones might as well have been twigs because they snapped just as easily in his frighteningly capable hands.

"Demos, come hold the cuff open, my hands are a little...full." He didn't dare release her broken arm, he didn't trust pain to nullify her, not at least without the added slow twist of pressure he applied.

Upon being told she should watch what she say, and the follow up of fingers around her already injured neck, she glared at Dominic, a look that clearly said he better hope she didn't get free. Growling, she tried jerking her body away from him, but his hand alone nearly enveloped her entire throat.

In the seconds before her hand was restrained she swiped at him once more, trying to claw at any part of the other that got within range. She didn't register the brutal grip on her arm, her mind was too panicked and angry, what did finally filter into her mind was the distinct sound of snapping, a snap of bone accompanied by the piercing pain of the breakage. Her mouth gaped open soundlessly, before she hung her head. "K-kuu.." She wasn't going to call out in pain, these fuckers probably wanted that, she knew she usually did when she tortured people.

But this was an entirely different kind of torture, what she was convinced they had planned. She was still for only a few seconds, the pain still intense in her twisted limb. Whipping her head up again, she spit at Dominic, blood again, she'd bitten her own cheek. Defiant to the end despite the grip on her throat, she still continued to holler and curse at the both of them. "YOU FUCKING SICKOS! IS THIS WHAT IT TAKES FOR YOU TO GET YOURSELVES OFF?" The very idea made HER sick, which was saying something. 'FUCKING PERVERT, DON'T TOUCH ME!"

Shit, she couldn't let this go much farther. She couldn't be conscious or even living if they were going to do that to her. With a sound like a wounded animal, she was breathing hard, and not only from the pressure on her throat. Marynia jerked her head to the one restraining her and stared right at Dominic, a piercing stare that was different from the wild look in her eye from before.

"You....if you really..REALLY plan on doing 'that' to me...you better kill me first. Snap my neck and make sure I'm dead, or not even your so called 'god' will save you from me.." No yelling, no cursing, not a cocky, vulgar threat. Just a firm, even, tone that was the most rational she'd sounded in a while.

Demos watched her scream, trying not to wince at the sheer volume of it. Luckily his home wasn't very close to his neighbors, or he would worry about someone calling the police about domestic abuse. When she was finished with her rant, he picked up the same gun he'd hit her with before, knocking it hard across her temple once more. His hand moved quickly to snap the other cuff down, freeing Dominic of his task.

"Okay, we need to calm the fuck down, here."

He tapped the end of his gun on her forehead, the cold steel pointing straight into her temple.

"You must have some pretty high views of yourself if you think either of us would waste a second of our lives touching you. Though I'd gladly snap your neck to shut you up."

He pressed the gun harder against her skull.

"Don't think I won't. You're only alive right now because I'm curious. Now you're either going to lower your fucking voice, or I'll do it for you."

Domino stood back in a moment of total disgust once his hands were free. Using the only immediately available cloth which happened to the bottom of his shirt, he wiped the blood she'd spat at him odd his neck and chin as best he could. Lord knew what diseases he'd just contracted.

"Ugh...not if she was the last female on earth." he muttered just loud enough to be heard, regaining a bit of dignity once he had her blood off his skin.

Dusting his hands off on his bloodied shirt, he removed his coat and tossed it aside to a nearby chair. As he moved closer again to get along side his cousin, he rolled up his sleeves, ready to pummel her if the need arose this time.

"Now then, we have a few questions for you, understand?" He cracked his knuckles and then his neck with soft wet pops.

"And if you don't answer truthfully, I promise you, we'll know, and you'll pay with more than a bullet."

Mary shook her head to get the second hit from the handgun's effect to wear off before it was jabbed right at the side of her head again. Her attention flickered right back to Demos, eyeing him with clear contempt for a looong moment, before a smile sort of surfaced. Somehow she sincerely doubted Demos could snap ANYONE'S neck. Shoot her, sure, he could do that since she was tied down and at point blank range, but so could anyone, so that wasn't special at all.

"...It's not about having a high view of myself, it's merely having a very LOW view of you two, which from someone like me, is saying something." Her tone was surprisingly even. She'd been around plenty of mobsters before, she knew what a lot of them were like! Sick fucks, the lot of them, and many were not, in fact, above what she'd thought they were gonna do to her. If anything, at least the other two in the room's dreadfully shallow words, oddly enough set a bit of relief in her mind. Now it was just another, regular torture-interrogation situation. THAT she could deal with.

Her eye shifted toward Dominic, just as he wiped off the blood, and the smile on her face only grew. Haha, Dom has crazy rabies now. For a bit, she just watched Dom, the whole rolling up sleeves and cracking of joints thing and the tone of voice. That was almost funny, the whole routine, acting like she'd never seen it before or experienced it's consequences. If that's what they thought she had scarring over her ribcage from a punctured lung and a 13 in scar a millimeter from her spine among other things to show them...

Mary shifted a little bit, as much as she could restrained, with the intense throb of a broken limb, the bleeding wrist from the cuffs, and the slight ringing in her head from the prior concussion. With a slight toss of her head, she sent short strands of hair from her face, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth idly a few times, she regarded Dominic with thinly veiled interest.

"....Soooo you'll be able to tell if I lie?" That sounded almost like a challenge, she thought, but held her tongue for once from saying that aloud. But still, it intrigued her, on the off chance either of them could tell. "Fine I'll play nice for now. Ask away.."

Carefully, he let the gun down, seeing that she'd stopped her wailing for now. He pulled a cigarette box from his pocket, pulling one out with his teeth. Lighting it, he turned his attention back to her. This was probably going to be a long night.

"I'm sure you know the question on everyone's mind. Someone paid you to do this. Unless I cut you off on the road one day and just didn't remember."

He exhaled slowly, staring down with a sort of bored patience. A straight answer was the last thing he really expected at this point.

Folding his arms, Domino snorted softly in reply rather than waste his breath on her. Demos was better suited for making her talk than he was. His particular breed of interrogation wasn't as effective when the victim didn't mind getting knocked around.

"Whatever they offered you, I'm sure it wasn't nearly enough. Spill and we make your time worthwhile."

Mary idly cracked her knuckles with her thumb on her cuffed hand, the one on her as of yet unbroken arm, as she watched Demos. Cigarette..fuck she could use one too now that she thought about it, but it was more than likely she wouldn't get one at the moment. Sigh. She listened to his question, with a slight smile still present.

"You never know, I am kind of unbalanced, I might've just been bored~" She joked to herself, because these two didn’t' show any signs of smiling/laughing. Ever. Boring people, Jesus. Mary was the one with a severely hurting broken bone and she still managed a smile. Then again, full of crazy did that to people she supposed.

Her attention shifted to Dominic when he spoke. "Worthwhile?" She made a sort of tch sound, taking a second to huff a few breaths to get her bangs out of her face before continuing. "You think this is about money?"

The smile fell. "I wasn’t' offered money. If I need it I’ll rob a fucking bank, but at this point I have no need or use for it."

Life was more than riches, fancy cars, and fine wines, didn't anyone ever realize that in this business? Marynia looked back to Demos, going oddly quiet and just watching him expectantly.

"Look, I don't care if they paid you with a fucking bag of dead squirrels. I know you didn't do this out of boredom. You don't seem like the type to really care about your employer."

He paused to exhale smoke, adjusting the cigarette in his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

Mary pursed her lips. Dead squirrels weren't that neat, not really. She furrowed her brow, watching him. "I care about very little that isn't myself, I'm sure you can relate." Marynia uttered, in an even tone. "Unlike my last one, I could give two shits about my current 'employer', it's what I get out of this arrangement that is my concern."

"What you get? What you fucking get?"

He'd approached the bed, reaching forward to grab a fistful of her ragged red hair. He jerked her head back, clenching his fingers as tightly as he could.

"Listen, you little bitch." His teeth bit the end of his cigarette, lowering his voice. "You seem to be under the impression that I give a fuck whether you live or die. And your wiseass little comments are really pushing you over to the dead side. What you GET is the chance to live for another five fucking minutes. If you're lucky you'll GET a bullet in the head instead of Domino here ripping your throat out with his bare hands. And as crazy as you fucking look, I don't think you'd enjoy that very much."

Her lips distorted into a sneer as she stared right into the other's dark eyes, breathing hard. Little fucker...she knew full well this one wouldn't have been half as tough as he was acting if she was free, and that big hulk of his wasn't around. She jerked her head against his pull of her hair, leaning her face closer to his.

"OH FUCK YOU." Three very loud words, before her tone dropped very low. "You think I'm afraid of you? Of EITHER of you? I didn't get this far being scared of dying. I am more than aware that you'd like nothing else but to shoot me, and that yeah, I might just have five minutes left of life. And if that's true, what do I have to gain by saying a goddamn word to you? Nothing. But at the very fucking least...." A smile. "If I don't report back, someone else'll be sent anyway, and luck only gets little cowards like you, hiding behind someone else, letting others fight your battles and only able to exert a semblance of goddamn authority when someone's tied down and unable to reach you, so far. Luck runs out."

Her tongue flicked out to her lower lip idly. "...ask another question."

If Demos hadn't been in the way, Domino might have already ripped out her throat by now.

He'd been quiet, letting Demos do what he did best, but this girl was truly a piece of work. Very few things could get under his skin the way she did; she was downright talented.

"You just keep talking to him like that and I'll show you whose luck ran out." He snapped, stepping up closer to loom over her and Demos with his dramatic height.

"Someone like you must know there are worse things then death. I don't know about my cousin here. The question's the same. Who sent you?" His voice was low and dangerous like a snake's hiss.

If there was anything Marynia knew how to do as well as kill and torture, it was get under anyone's skin. She never once tried to hide her 'ugliness' of soul the way others did, walking around normal society as though they weren't just as horrible on the inside. Sometimes she felt the only wolf unwilling to parade around in sheep’s clothing.

The look on her face, the look in her eyes hadn't changed even remotely when Dominic spoke. Things worse than death? Oh, honestly, she could only think of ONE single thing she would consider worse than death, and it'd already been shown that neither of them would do it. Of course, as far as she knew, it was merely because of her behavior and ragged appearance, both of which she amplified in order to ward AWAY any attention like 'that' from the opposite sex. It was an effective system.

She was silent for a moment. Mary considered the very possible fact that she may indeed not make it out of this alive. Both were already all pissy, she was still restrained, and even if she were to hypothetically spill what she knew, that in no way guaranteed survival. Hell, if she were in their place, SHE wouldn't allow anyone to live even if they cooperated. Mary smiled lightly. She supposed this was it...well, if that was the case, she'd leave this world as defiant as she'd entered it.

"Who sent me." She repeated, tone even. "Who wouldn't send someone, is probably an easier question. Your family...doesn't seem very popular if even those within it would turn on each other huh? Maybe you should check up on your relatives next family reunion, isn't that how that old fucker kicked it? Shot up to fucking pieces by his own?"

Her every word dripped venom, and Mary knew she was hitting below the belt, hell she was repeatedly hitting below the belt at this point. But that was what she wanted. No matter how much she hated the concept of being offed by someone like this, without a challenge, without the chance to at least go down swinging, if it was going to end, it was going to fucking end NOW. Being tied up like this for a minute longer, listening to these fuckers threaten, was indignation.

"I hope you go the same way, I hope to fucking hell you get shot up by those who you thought trustworthy...just the look on your sorry face would be too...fucking..MUCH."

With that said, she watched and waited for either one, or both to hit that boiling point, to just go and end this. Whether it was a bullet in her skull or having her neck broken, or anything like that which did her in, she was not afraid.

Demos was staring down at her as she spoke, his eyes growing wider, furious as she continued. His pupils dilated and the last of her words were drowned out by the hard pumping of his heart. His vision was going white with anger. Someone could say whatever they wanted about him. But to drag his grandfather's name in the dirt..

His hands clenched and relaxed, shaking slightly in his first hard instinct to choke her. It took strength not to take his gun, cram it down her mouth, and blow her brains all over the pillows. She didn't deserve that, not a quick death. That sort of thing was a gift, and she was trying to provoke him into doing it without thinking.

He took the cigarette from his mouth, breathing out deeply. His lungs shuddered as well as his body, snapping the knuckles in his thumbs and finger joints.

"You've got.. quite the fucking mouth on you." His eyes calmed, almost eerily. "Don't you?"

Slowly, his palm reached forward, grabbing her bangs and jerking her head back. He rolled the cigarette in between his fingers before gripping it hard, carefully bringing it closer to her face. He did this as slowly as his rage would let him, allowing her to see the burning orange tip, letting a bit of ash fall to her cheek. He saw the reflection of the glowing cigarette in her bright, wide eye. It would be the last thing that it would ever see.

Quickly, his wrist turned as he jabbed it down, stuffing the burning end into her eye. His hand didn't release the grip of her hair as his other twisted, pressing it harder into the soft, wet tissue in her socket.

"I really.. don't think." He dug it deeper. "Any look on my face.."

Demos exhaled, breath still trembling.

"Could possibly match the one you have now."

Well she'd done it. She'd provoked, and provoked, but the only difference here to the scenario she'd imagined in her mind, was that this one, apparently, had a bit more guts than she'd given him credit for. She honestly hadn't thought he'd do it. Even when the cigarette was dangerously close, she still didn't think he had the nerve, but all thoughts ceased the second the burning end of the cigarette pressed into and seared her eye. Shock. Pure shock, she could feel the intense burn, the sensation of which was worse than the broken bone due to the sensitivity and sheer nerves contained in a person's eye.

A sudden, shuddering breath exhaled from a gaping mouth, and followed by a scream as her form started to thrash all over again. It was the kind of scream that would haunt the mind of even the most cold hearted, the kind that reminded anyone that despite everything, despite how horrible people could be, they were still living, breathing creatures that felt things, that had souls.

No words, just screaming that showed no signs of stopping. Thrashing. Eyes welled up with tears and entire form shaking from the pain. High pain tolerance or not, being used to being hurt or not, very few could take this without feeling the hurt, but perhaps the worst part would've had to be the simple helplessness that allowed the action at all.

Demos didn't wince at her screaming, mostly because he'd been expecting it. He sighed, finally pulling the cigarette stump from her eye and dropping it in a glass ashtray next to the bed.

"Dom, shut her up please."

Domino had for most of this time been wincing from the horrid sound coming out of her mouth, though admittedly it was an improvement from hearing her talk.

Since she was tied to a bed and there was no way in hell he was climbing on top of her to punch her properly, he turned around to observe a table of antique looking decorations. His eyes immediately found the bronze candle stick he had been looking for, and grabbing it he tossed the candle aside.

He muttered grumpily as he swung the glistening (and quite sharp in certain places) candle stick down on her temple with one mighty two handed blow. The wax gathering ridge caught skin, spraying blood back at him with a wet crunching sound but if he noticed, he didn't make any sign.

"Dominic, in the bedroom, with the candle stick." He rolled his eyes at the irony. Tired, aggravated, and sleepy and obviously unafraid to show it, he dropped his makeshift weapon bedside.

"So I guess I'm not taking this guest room tonight." He said with a sign, running his fingers through his curls as he turned, free hand on his hip, to his cousin.

Demos watched her go limp, reaching forward to pry open her good eye. Seeing that it was still, he let go of her, considering the situation for a moment. He rubbed the back of his neck, squinting down at her limp form. He almost felt bad for doing that to a girl, but remembered her exact words and lost any ounce of pity he'd started to feel. She deserved it.

"I guess we'll try her again in the morning. Maybe she'll behave to save her other eye."

Maybe, but he doubted it somehow.

"Come on, Dom. Let's go to sleep."

He put a hand on his cousin's shoulder, walking him out of the room. It had been a long night for them both. Once he'd settled his cousin in a room with a set of clean, folded sleeping pants and an extra blanket for the cold, he went back into the hallway. He was sure Dom would sleep well past noon, and didn't intend to wake him early.

Complete and utter silence, something unusual in itself when she was in a room, but of course, no one could be too noisy when they were unconscious. And yet, if there was one quality she'd gained without actual effort, it was the apparent ability to awaken with good timing, no matter the circumstance.

A slight twitch of fingers. Slowly, her mind was coming out of it, and she listened. Hearing nothing, her brow furrowed a little as she turned her head, groaning and eyes flickering open, but only one of them able to see. Mary was suddenly reminded with great clarity what the current situation was, head jerking forward expecting to see their stupid faces, and ready to be pissed off as hell that this was still going to go on, and that she hadn't been killed already. However, the sight that greeted her was an empty room. That almost didn’t' make any sense. Cautiously, she looked around, trying to ignore the pain in her ruined eye, and the heavy throb of both her broken limb and fresh head wound.

Once it was apparent she was alone...her lips curled into an almost smile, and a low, small laugh escaped her. They'd left her alive AND alone? She almost couldn't believe this good fortune, but instead of dwelling on the fact, she shook her head, forcing herself to focus. She only had so much time, she didn't know where they were, she'd have to use this opportunity and exploit it for all it was worth. With a silent inhale of breath, she slowly tried her wrists. Right, the handcuffs. Handcuffs she could handle. Now that she had the chance, she could think this through, and remember those tricks of the wrist that she couldn't recall in her frantic state of before when she was being watched.

Both wrists were rubbed damn near raw from her own struggles, and it stung to move them, but she furrowed her brow determinately. Those pains were the least of her injuries. Luckily, since she'd thrashed so much before, the cuffs weren't impossibly tight. Concentrating, she started to work her hand, slowly and carefully. Before too long she'd managed to get one hand free, and immediately reached into her pocket, pulling a thin lock-picking tool from it. She didn't have the time to waste, so she simply picked the lock on the handcuff still restraining her other hand. It clicked open quietly as she pulled her wrist from it. Instantly, her hand went to her arm, the broken bone beneath her flesh distorting it's appearance. Clutching it, she growled lightly, subduing her own sounds. She needed the bone snapped back into place so it could heal...she didn't have the raw strength to do it herself however, unfortunately. She'd have to wait. Letting her injured arm fall limp at her side as she sat up, she leaned forward and started to one handedly untie her ankles, eyes narrowed the entire time.

This was harder when she could only see out of one eye. The thought made her blood boil. That little fucker...she should go up and kill him in his fucking sleep. Despite how tempting the thought was, realistically, she knew she couldn’t'. Her mind was still dizzy from the concussions of tonight, her arm was broken, and she had a 'blind' spot now, all that combined with sheer exhaustion didn't make it so she could function well enough to do what she wanted. An eye for an eye, wasn't that how the saying went?

Slowly, she shifted from the bed, touching a hand to her head. Unbelievable. Because her hair had been such a tangled mess, it'd actually helped the blood clot...if it hadn't, she'd have simply bled to death from the wound. Her mouth tilted into an off smirk. Even now she found amusement in that. Mary was beginning to think she shared a survival quality with roaches. Perhaps she too would survive a nuclear holocaust. Standing, she had to extend a hand to the bedpost to stay upright. The room had been spinning just then. Shaking her head, she let go of the bedpost and shoved her hair from her eyes. Her blonde head was more crimson than light now. Once sure she got her balance, she started to move.

It was after she'd snuck through the second hallway that didn't lead out that Mary decided she hated this fucking house. It was too BIG and at the moment she couldn’t' find a way to leave. It was like a labyrinth only more annoying because it was all fancy and full of expensive crap. She remained tempted to break things, but that would be noisy. She contented herself with the fact that she was very much leaving bloodied handprints on the walls whenever she nearly lost her balance. Eventually, she found the way out, and couldn't help but feel relief. The last thing she'd needed was to pass out in there where she could be tied up again.

She covered the distance from the main house to the gates at a run, clutching her broken arm to herself. Once at the gates, she climbed up with some slight difficulty, having only use of one arm. At the top, she looked over her shoulder at the mansion. She grinned, almost pleased with herself. She was hurting, and injured, and hadn't quite finished this hit, but at the same time, she hadn't backed down. She hadn't given them any information, and most of all, she'd had luck on her side that kept her alive.

With a slight laugh, she jumped down, landing on the other side. Once she got patched up enough to give this one another go...they'd have to watch the fuck out. With that thought in mind, she disappeared into the night, down but not out, she'd live to raise hell at least another day.

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