It’s gross how much she wants this.
His words, his message, they’re more intimidating than he is. Somewhere in the back of his mind she knows he’s on autopilot, drawing at straws to see just what part of her will crack again. What’ll do it though? Food? A fair weather friend? Becoming an object to possess?
Certainly the later, especially now that he paved the way for that wh0re’s rejection. She shouldn’t feel like this. Not even kind of.
He should still repulse her, besides the obvious link of attraction. That was only one link in the chains he used to keep her in line… but now? Now she knows he must have found something after their kiss.
As blank as she was there was still clarity.
“Your mind is reeling,” he murmured beside her. “I can feel you cycling through your choices today.
