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“If you bite me while giving me ridiculous bedroom eyes, I’ll fry your motor control and fuck you right here until you scream for mercy,” she threatens. “See if I don’t.”
“Like I care,” he grumbles, the first spark of feeling he’s shown since getting Mind Whipped into catatonia. “’m dying anyway.” A brief pause. “Can’t scream. So you’d… never stop.”
“…do you want me to fry your motor control and fuck you?”
The thought… isn’t entirely unappealing. Of course it isn’t. She was literally just thinking about how hot Heathcliff sounds when his brain is melting down under her psychic onslaught. Why wouldn’t she be up to fuck his helpless body? Her being almost half a head shorter and a lot lighter doesn’t matter when he can’t even sit up. She could do anything to him and he’d just have to lie there and take it.
“Already… fried,” he murmurs. His eyelashes are so long. Wet blood glistens at the corners where blood vessels burst under her assault. “Do your… worst.”