[Anger emanates from him as a tangible heat. He chokes her for a moment then sends her spilling from his lap, throwing her to the floor in a heap. She looks up at him as he gives his ultimatum while she mourns the loss of him inside her. The floor seems to shake with his rage.
Neither choice holds much appeal but only one will offer her even the slightest hope of getting him back. Wiping away her tears, she stands on her shaky legs. Resigned, she pulls her sundress up over her head, stripping naked before him.
All the marks on her body are now on display. There's a small bullet scar right above the cleft between her breasts but that pales in comparison to the mark just beneath it: a huge slash from the time he had to sacrifice her and dig her heart of her chest. Even the gods couldn't heal such a wound entirely. Those two marks are joined by the scratches he's just left on her shoulder and the bruises now blooming on her neck.]
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Neither choice holds much appeal but only one will offer her even the slightest hope of getting him back. Wiping away her tears, she stands on her shaky legs. Resigned, she pulls her sundress up over her head, stripping naked before him.
All the marks on her body are now on display. There's a small bullet scar right above the cleft between her breasts but that pales in comparison to the mark just beneath it: a huge slash from the time he had to sacrifice her and dig her heart of her chest. Even the gods couldn't heal such a wound entirely. Those two marks are joined by the scratches he's just left on her shoulder and the bruises now blooming on her neck.]
Do what you wish with me.