Chapitre 71: 71. cursing Damon...

She had been in that position for more than two hours. Seated on the table with her legs folded in front of her like she was in one of those korean restaurants were you sat on a small pillow on the ground to eat. 

He tried not to, but occasionally he would glance her way, and his eyes always went to her thighs. "don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look" he kept on mumbling to himself, but who was he kidding, his neck and head and eyes functioned on their own. He'd been holding onto that sketch book for as long as she'd been there, drawing designs. Or so he thought...

" Ouch!! She shrieks in pain as a pin pierces her finger. She'd cried out multiple times already. She'd been pierced by the pins like six dozen times already. 

"What the hell" he yells.