"It's a choice," she shrugged. "You can continue with your worthless life, or you can become someone who matters." He watched as she circled around him. His hands were shackled above his head, arms laying limp. He was on his knees, his ankles tied up. Gag in mouth.

"The ones that you call friends, left you. Abandoned you when things got tough." She ran a hand down his cheek, "I would never leave you Lance." She grabbed hold of his chin when he jerked away from her touch. "You still want to protect them? They continuously hurt you, they couldn't care less about you." Letting go of his chin she took a step back. "Okay Lance, how 'bout this. I'll send you back", she rolled her eyes when he raised an eyebrow at her, "yeah there is a condition. But I guess it wouldn't be fun if I just told you. You'll just have to figure it out yourself, it won't be to hard." She stepped closer and with a surprisingly gentle manner, touched the long gash on his right shoulder. A look that might have been concern flashed over her face.

"They almost cut it clean off. It's gonna get infected," her eyes met his, "Amor, I think I have to take it off." His eyes widened, muffled grunts escape his mouth as he tries to pull away from her touch.

"Shhh, it's okay. I swear I don't want to hurt you, but this isn't looking good. I'll get you an arm that works just as well." she crooned softly. Ignoring his pleading eyes, instead she touched her hand to his forehead watching as he fell into a warm sleep.