[ The most important thing here is that Scott sends an attached, shirtless image of himself. Which may be nice under ordinary circumstances, nice if it weren't for the deep gashes spiraling up his torso, up to his neck. They're still bleeding out, staining the top of his sweatpants with blood, obviously left untreated - and Scott plans to keep it that way.
There another image. A smiling picture, and three scratches crossing over Scott's cheek. ]
FW: haha, gues who got out?? i put the bitch back in the cage though
[ she shouldn't respond she shouldn't respond she shouldn't respond, allison knows this. she knows this very well. she knows it as well as she knows her mother's voice, which is echoing in the back of her mind.
don't rise to his taunt. you're better than this. you're an argent.
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There another image. A smiling picture, and three scratches crossing over Scott's cheek. ]
FW: haha, gues who got out??
i put the bitch back in the cage though
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don't rise to his taunt. you're better than this. you're an argent.
but he hurt scott. he hurt the real scott. ]
good to know you're as weak as we thought