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The sun slowly cooked their back. Every passing moment they regretted coming out here for Her. But to turn Her down meant death for Sunny. They needed this, without it they’d be left truly alone. Maybe this is what they deserved. The punishment for leaving the moon behind.
Their own will.
She approached them slowly with the same mischievous grin. For She had long awaited her pray. And now they sit there, ready for her. Her hand like a branding iron on their shoulder.
Their skin burned.
Sunny didn't move, didn't squirm. They didn't even make a sound. They did only to prove to themself that they could stand their own ground.
The only control they had.
She wrapped her body around them. “Hello Sunny.” She said with the same thirst She always had. A thirst Sunny knew they could never satisfy. “Hello Jackie.” They replied, their voice low and dry.
They couldn't allow Her to see their distress. It’d only make this process worse, one they barely survived now. It’d only tighten the rope around their neck.
Jackie could do whatever she pleased, and Sunny would have to sit through it,
in pain.