Perhaps it usually was sweet, and tender. But her heart felt cold and hard now, like some fruit that had sat too long in the fridge, past ripeness until it shriveled into something unrecognizeable.
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast.
Cordelia fought against him, kicking, trying to break her hands free. He bit her and she screamed, and she bit him too, and she yelled at him to stop. This had been a mistake, and she didn't want him leaving his horrible, evil seed inside of her.
The screams choked up inside of her until only a pained, strangled noise emerged.
Forgive me. They were delicious. So sweet and so cold.
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Date: 2013-05-29 06:15 pm (UTC)Perhaps it usually was sweet, and tender. But her heart felt cold and hard now, like some fruit that had sat too long in the fridge, past ripeness until it shriveled into something unrecognizeable.
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast.
Cordelia fought against him, kicking, trying to break her hands free. He bit her and she screamed, and she bit him too, and she yelled at him to stop. This had been a mistake, and she didn't want him leaving his horrible, evil seed inside of her.
The screams choked up inside of her until only a pained, strangled noise emerged.
Forgive me. They were delicious. So sweet and so cold.