Heelas knees hang on the sides of my shins, the flexibility of those of House Mara on full display.
The small tongue rolls around me ever so slowly.
I break, and all the evil in me is expressed in one red pulse.
Her eyes avoid my face as lips tremble, like she is murmuring something intangible while my flesh is tickled by her breath, the urge to castrate me rises with the nights petty pace.
Her mouth widens as her bent head descends centimeter, by excruciating centimeter.
The woman resembles a coiled snake with her back hunched over, angling herself so that her upper body slides straight down.
The only sound heard in the dark room is deep breathing through her nose, inhaling my scent like a fiend.
Brushing back a strand from the side of her face I tell this broken woman what she wants to hear.
'I love you'.
My smile is evil as Heela whimpers, as if I struck her.
