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A persistent dripping was tugging at her consciousness, bringing out of the place she was hiding in. Drip, drip, drip, continuing without stopping as she felt the tears drying on her cheeks and the memories of what she’d done oozing back into her thoughts. Her thighs were numb, her body felt used and unclean. The soft skin of her felt tight from the trickle of her tears.
She fought the sound, the clear, dark memories of the act she’d just committed. She tried to push them away but her eyelids parted and she saw him. Of course she’d see him first, it was inescapable, he was part of her life, her past, her … sins now forever. His naked body hid in a dark corner, bereft of light as the dripping sound continued.
Eyes narrowing as she pushed herself up, grimacing at the touch of the bed sheets against her flesh. She ached to bathe, to rid herself of the foul bargain she’d accepted when her eyes finally focused on her ‘lover’ and the deed he’d committed slammed into her awareness.
“Kaidric nae!†she shouted, propelling herself out of the bed and in a rush she crossed the floor.
Drip, drip, drip went his life’s essence against the unaccepting floorboards, the blood pooling in a growing red circle. His gaze slowly turned upwards to her tear-stained face, an almost half-smile touching his lips as the horror of his actions flooded through her.
Without hesitation or thought, her hands clamped down on his wrists, and she healed the injuries to his body, closing the wounds, restoring the loss of blood with the grace of God, the cleric’s prayers answered this time. As they knitted shut, ceasing the dripping, stemming the ebbing of his life, one hand lifted from his wrist and she drew it back and unleashed a violent slap against his cheek. Twice more she hit him, then unleashed her anger.
“How dare ye do that.. ye took what ye wanted, and then and then ye do THIS!? How dare ye, ye bloody bastard!â€
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