Pain blossomed as her cut reopened, deepened this time, and she spark, hot and hard into his mouth with a crying grunt. Her body pushed into his, into his harsh hands eagerly, and she shoved him against the wall, tearing apart his button-down shirt. "You're nothing but a tool," she spat against his mouth. "You're living in a cell, surrounded by prisoners. Didn't you notice?"
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Date: 2010-01-07 07:17 am (UTC)