<div style="text-align: center">《 Sou 》<br/>
<i>Location: Abendblume conference room<br/>
Addressing: Alvaro, Mr. Hale</i>​</div><br/>Sou sobbed softly in the grip of the guards, her wide eyes watching the interactions between Mr. Hale and his tattooed associate. She heard Hale describe her in terms she had grown up with:<i>slut, liar, manipulative skank.</i>The only thing he didn't do was call her 'Pamela Anderson,' and even then she knew her mom only called her that because the actress had been blond and big-boobed, not because Pamela had been a slut herself.<br/><br/>"P-please," she managed to whisper. "Please, Mr. Hale. Give me another chance. I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I was scared," she sobbed, "I don't want to leave. I can do better. Please! Please, I'm begging you, have mercy!" It wasn't the pretty crying that women did when they wanted sympathy, but the ugly, snot and tears weeping one did when their entire world had been ripped away. She feared what the man called 'Alvaro' would do to her. She was even more afraid of what would happen once she was expelled from the walls of Abendblume.<br/><br/>But she felt the hands that gripped her begin to haul her away, and as they did, she ceased all attempts to stand.<i>'Let them carry me out,'</i>she thought.<i>'Let them drag me. I won't help them.'</i>She continued to beg and plead, and when they exited the conference room she simply whimpered, her tearful lament peppered by shuddering, body wrenching sobs.