TheClosetKidnapper

Aw. Happy Birthday to your bro! Lol.

Jace swallows, tasting the blood in the back of his throat, before coughing slightly. "Go. To. Hell." He rasps.

And, Pix, Rayah CAN come back. Lol. She needs to.

Cool. Lol.

Lol. Nice. He's gotta be really really badass for that to happen.

Lol. Yeah, she can come back.

Of which he won't be using. Lol.

Jace screams out, tears burning the same as his wound. He glances down and wonders why the hell he wanted such a thing to happen. His shirt soaks in blood ...

Nice. Jace doesn't have a dagger. But he has a gun. Which looks like this...

Lol. Nice.

Lol. There's no picture...

Same here. But I have music on hand to change my mood. And it won't be a long scene, Pix.

Yes, like, a lung puncture or the sword straight through the stomach. Either or. And, Pix, you'll see.

Lol. Okay, MM, you may proceed in the injuring of Jace. No beheading or anything with immediate death tagged along, just something that ends up being a slow death, long ...

Jace takes a deep breath and lifts his chin defiantly. "You must." Remember what I said, Rayah. Don't come back. I love you.