"He sits in his cell and he lays on his bed Covers his head and closes his eyes, he sees a smoking gun
And the coward he ran and in his arms is the bleeding"
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Kiss it better - nightcore
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Mark's p.o.v
I woke up with a very bad headache and groaned, I looked around angrily, I was on a cold floor in a f*****g cell next to Marko who sat quietly facing me at the corner.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Sirens happened, we were enchanted and spelled by them, seems the alpha wants us dead" he answered.
"Yes I do" a voice answered as the alpha appeared, he approached our cell with a prideful smirk.
"What a rare site the mighty have fallen, you look like the garbage you are meant to be," he said with laughter as I sighed.
"And you look like a worthless piece of s**
