[ Mine, he says, as if she is truly his creature to take, as if she is not engaged to another, as if her heart is not so torn and fragile to capture.
Leaning back, she gazes at him, feeling hot and flushed under his attention, not sure what to make of it other than confusion and a strange, cosmic understanding. He kills, and she wishes to be killed. Somewhere, it makes sense to her. ]
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Leaning back, she gazes at him, feeling hot and flushed under his attention, not sure what to make of it other than confusion and a strange, cosmic understanding. He kills, and she wishes to be killed. Somewhere, it makes sense to her. ]
Were you playing it? Hunting?