"NO!" The scream that erupted from her lips was unlike anything he'd ever heard before. He grabbed her and hauled her away but she was still sobbing, still screaming, still straining towards the limp corpse of her brother.
Chin Tribe. In a 200 year-old custom, the Chin ethnic minority group in Myanmar would give their daughters elaborate facial tattoos to ward off attacks from neighboring princes who would often try to kidnap girls to be concubines.
(Kidnap Rp? I need someone to be him. No powers of fandoms please) He pinned me to the ground. I tried to scream but his hand covered my mouth. "What are you doing out here by yourself?" He whispered, smirking. I stared up at him, terrified.
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She'd been there when the pub on Falls Road was blown up, and she'd stayed through the aftermath, surveying the dead with sad eyes and wondering who among them had actually been a soldier in this war she was now a part of herself.