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Once inside, Taylor found Lilith. "Got her!" She shouted. Lilith was tied to a pole, unresposive. She was unconscious, covered in welts, bruises, cuts, and dried up blood. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan ran over to Taylor. Gaping at the sight. Who could do this to her...? He ran over to her, cutting her out of the ties holding her to the pole, and catching her before she fell. He picked her up, carrying her to the car. Dylan wrapped her in a blanket, and got into the passenger seat quickly, still holding Lilith in his arms. Taylor got into the truck and drove straight to the hospital. |
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After a few hours, Lilith came too. She needed 24 stitches, and was in bad shape. "Hng..." She groaned, coming too. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan was kneeling by her bedside, holding her hand. He lit up when he saw her move. "Hey, darling..." he murmured softly. |
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"Hmm... Dyls...?" She murmured. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan smiled softly. "Yeah, Lil, its me, I'm right here," |
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"I told him to stop, I said no." She whimpered, tears sliding down her face. "I fought back." |
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Dylan squeezed her hand and leaned in closer. "I know, baby, I know," he tried to comfort her. "You're alright now, all taken care off," |
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"He did it again, Dylan. He did it again." She stated. |
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Dylan cocked his head, "Whatd he do, darling?" |
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Crisp, Clear, and Cool
