Ten minutes to the appointed time for consummation, a desk is brought in and my shackles are undone under the supervision of Queen Samara, only to have another set, long enough to walk around the room affixed to both my ankles.
A minute to eight, I rouse from the bed and walk over to the desk.
The terror I'd spent the entire day trying to bury begins to resurface, causing jitters in my limbs. I bite my bottom lip until I draw blood.
It was going to happen again. Only, it would be worse this time.
He was going to curve himself over me and push into me. And my body would betray me. Again.
My body is still sticky with his cum. His scent is all over me, the spot between my legs still sore. I close my eyes and feel him even if he isn't here. I try to compartmentalize, try to grieve a friend I've lost, but instead of Constantine, all I see is Ruin's disgusted expression as I spasmed around him.
