Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32509902-20170813173823/@comment-32509902-20170912214855

"Damn it. Scran, bandage her up." Risp says, and the man in an eyepatch walks forward and pulls out a pouch filled with leaves and bandages. After maybe ten minutes, he pulls away and your side is numbed.

"T-thank you, s-sir." Holly says. "That could be a problem... neither of you are getting out quite yet." A young female voice says. When you turn around, a scantily-clad twelve year old with horns and demon wings is standing in the doorway, eyes twinkling lustfully. An Imp.