"Amarillo, Texas...Born and raised you say?" Lucian began to dig through his head for the answer of where he had heard the name. It was nothing recent. He knew the surrounding territories and the closest spot near where they were was Las Dal. A settlement that grew itself to the size of a city using the surrounding wreckage as some sort of skeleton for the now bustling city and arms manufacturing for the nearest hundred miles. But that word. Amarillo. It had to be pre war. After the bombs fell that part of Texas was called the Dead lands. Nothing but desert and wreckage for miles on top of miles.<br/><br/>This was something that Lucian kept in the back of his brain wanting to see if it was something she had said without care or if it was something that actually held some merit. Until he had a baseline of what was a lie and what wasn't there would be no telling. His next Question was one that could easily be answered. But not before she would be treated as if it was a lie. Slowly the hand of Lucian raised itself and the hand around the neck of Alyssa began to tighten and a loud slap could be heard as the rough and calloused hands of Lucian slapped down on the needy cunt of Rogue. He did not stop at one. A second came down with a violent crack before his palm and hand began to run up and down the reddening skin around her soaking pussy.<br/><br/>"Tell me. What is the nearest city close to hear. City. I heard they called this place Kemah Cove...It's cute. Did you name it or did you find some mangled sign outside that read that?"