It was a party, a gathering, celebrating the underground culture of girls, drugs, and weapons. “She’s with me,” he confirmed a second time. xxx18 To come out on top, like he always has. No matter what it was, she didn’t like it, and it triggered the cold, icy stare she gave him earlier. It’s his kingdom. Almost. Bishop looked at her, a smirk again on his lips, “why so quiet? She was sick of the pain, and the numbness. Almost. Bishop explained this in a way that made it seem like it should be something magical, mystifying. He wanted to tame her, to shock her so bad she would simply submit to protect either herself from becoming the image in the photos, or to protect the girl already in them from becoming a body in
