Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
Belle touched his shoulder, and led him into the apartment.
"Oh, cher."
Her face was stricken. But she pushed aside her own sorrow and anger leading him to the couch. "Who did dis?"
Without being asked, she reached behind his neck, deft fingers carefully undoing the fastener, not wanting to shift the collar, since she didn't know how it was drawing blood from him.