Though I stood unflinching, smile unwavering, I was crying on the inside.
Was this what it felt like to be a masochist?
"The pleasure is mine."
Fingers throbbing in agony, I would have been more than content to let go if I wasn't so...eager to play. I mean, it only felt appropriate to exchange a slightly more than numbing jolt before our hands parted ways.
"If you'll follow me." I cooed, striding past her. While I waited for her to close the gates, I studied the village.
"So what brings you here, Vya?"
Edited by TX Wade, Jan 24 2015 - 03:35 PM.