Song Recommendation: Dancing with your ghost by Sasha Sloan
Damien instantly stopped, loosening his grip on her thighs. Delia shut her legs, hidings her between from his display.
He slowly rose his head, still staring down at her thighs—not ready to look at her face.
He heard her sob, rubbing her close thighs together in embarrassment.
She began pulling the cuffs, sobbing loudly. "I want a divorce. Please", her voice cracked. She was crying.
"I'll do anything. Anything. I won't be with anyone else, I won't tell anyone anything, I don't even want a single dime from you. I just– I just want to go home. Please, Damien", she struggled again lightly, falling her back hopelessly in the bed.
Damien felt a sword go through his entire ribcage and slice it open. He then looked up, staring numbly at her face, as she shut her eyes and she cried, not wanting to look at him.
He bit his lip, turning to the floor and thought for a few moments.
