Moonspear Come back to me

Rape, she thought again, carefully enunciating it in her mind, the ugly, four-lettered word sending a painful jolt through her like a shock of electricity. She didn't know why she had carefully editorialized her thoughts until now; she hadn't even consciously realized she had been doing it. The word was simultaneously hideous and strangely empowering. "Rape," she muttered out loud at the very same instant that Floki coldly told her to, "Go."

Her face froze, her heart plummeted and she blinked her wet eyes, wondering why her tongue seemed to have a mind of its own today. Had he heard? Would he make anything of it? Did she want to find out? Wildfire's heart began thumping in her chest as, for about the dozenth time in the past week, her fight-or-flight instinct kicked into overdrive. No, I don't. She spun on a red heel to do what Floki had told her to do: go. She began to run.