<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br/>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Discussing Sara's Future<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br/><hr/></div><br/>"I have to be perfectly honest with you here Sara...nobody besides you gives a fuck about Devon. " he said rather bluntly as he turned his back on her...if ever there was to be a chance to strike him this was it!...and walked to the front of the bus, closing and locking the door as the last of the slaves exited.<br/><br/>Assuming she did not seize her moment to take the offensive he turned back and walked to stand before her as she sat on the couch, leaning back against the countertop. "Don't get me wrong. Nice guy. Probably too nice for this life. Good soldier though. Followed orders, carried his weight. While he was carrying his weight, that was enough to keep you nice and secure in his ride. But he ain't here anymore. And Tim's got a better shot at going to heaven when he dies, than there is of Devon walking back into this camp tonight. Or tomorrow night. Your husband's gone, and we're not really the sentimental-types. The other Coyotes are already salivating for a chance to ride you. Chris was commenting just the other day on what a pretty mouth you've got."<br/><br/>He very calmly, matter-of-factly laid out her situation for her. Though judging from her words she seemed to have a good sense of her precarious position already "Now chances are Tim would just throw you into the Communals. That'd make Chris's day. Him and a dozen other Coyotes. Or barter you off, like you said. But it doesn't have to go down that way. "