Bayonetta s AbuseChapter 6 Flames Of Passion
James was deep asleep as the rain pitter-pattered against the large, arched window opposite the bed. Only the smallest amount of light crept into the large bedroom, the grey, cloud-filled sky creating a dark and ominous day outside. As Bayonetta began to stir, she held her hand up to her face, the hangover pounding at her skull as she slowly extended her long legs and rose from the bed. "Fuck me..." She staggered across the dreary room, head in hand, grasping for the light switch blindly....