"Tifa, please?" Tifa echoed. "You want something to cry about? I'll give you something to cry about..." she grabbed the bar of soap and crammed it into Jim's already foaming mouth. Before he could spit it out, he felt her hands close over his mouth, sealing it inside. "Eat," Tifa instructed. He struggled to get free, but he was only a 9 year old now, and Tifa was just too strong. What a bitch...
Mon Mar 26 05:12:05 2001