At the sound of her clothes ripping something snapped in Jean, her chest hurt and she couldn't breathe, her strong will seemed to break slightly as she remembered a similar situation, back when she was living upon the streets. Those horrible people.<br/><br/>When she had been suddenly slammed down upon the table prone and practically naked except for her lace undergarments, she snapped out of her stupor, still having troubles breathing. She needed her medicine, but it was soon forgotten under the shadow of two enormous wings. This man was the angel of death...she was going to die...Sure she had heard what he was going to do to her...She could of imagined it, right? Yes...Maybe she was on the brink of death and this was all in her head.<br/><br/>Jean wanted this all so badly to be true, but things soon got crazier as that man came crashing down from the skylight. She listened as they exchanged words, okay half listened, because as soon as the blonde man monster angel of death had his back turned she made a run for the break room. No being able to breathe she wanted escape, and her medication, along with a phone to call the police