Damsel in Distress, My Ass

[Well I’ve been bound and gagged and I’ve been terrorized // And I’ve been castrated and I’ve been lobotomized // But never has my tormentor come in such a cunning disguise]

Co-written with stillacrime, whattingawhat and findmea_saint

It had taken several hours to figure out where he was but then again he had wanted to be found. Buffy walked into the monastery dressed for a fight, black leather pants, heeled boots and a black leather jacket. Her hair fell around her shoulders in loose curls. She looked over to Danny, taking in all the damage Angelus had done to him. Rage bubbled up inside of her and she choked it down because right now, uncontrollable rage wasn't going to do any good.

Danny looked to Buffy through the narrow slits of eyes. At this point he had lost a lot of blood. He was tired and he couldn't feel his hands and arms. Any movement made his entire body ache but he still shook his hands, pulling again on the chains. Everything Angelus had said he would do to and with Buffy was running through his mind. "No... no... go away..." He whispered. "Go away, baby please. Fuck." He looked up to the chains, the strain re-opening those cuts on his wrists so that fresh blood slid down the dried blood already on his arms.

"No way, Baby, we're gonna get you out of here and home. Your mom will have my head if we don't make to Christmas dinner and I might not be afraid of your dad but I am of your Mom," she told Danny. She looked over to Angelus, who was leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face while he smoked a cigarette. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned her weight back on one leg.

"You hurt my boyfriend."

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