Panther Park [m] The only time I'd ever call you mine

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Dead. Again. Helpless, again. This time the air was swept from her lungs, her shoulders ached where she knew bruises would form, and for a fierce hysterical moment she hoped to feel his teeth against her skin. Didn't she deserve this?

Hunst's voice cut through the haze; Reverie wondered distantly if she really had. If she could.

But she knew that she didn't want to hurt him.

No. Breathless, she tensed against his grip again. She couldn't. She couldn't do this, she — I want - I want you to hurt me.

Let me - let me up, please, Half-growled, half a sobbing plea, breaking into renewed struggles against what felt like a prison. She wanted him to let her go. She wanted him to hold her there. She wanted his teeth at her throat, her blood on his lips, gilded feathers and a song only remembered in dreams.

She didn't know what she wanted.