She goes through the motions.
Sneer, jeer, laugh, shout.
Kiss, touch, writhe, moan.
She has to keep her reflexes sharp, her mind alert. She canít just sit and think about what is gone.
She canít help but think as she slams him up against the wall, rips off his clothes, this is what hell will be like. Because after this, they canít possibly let her back in. So as he gasps for breath he doesnít need against the pain, she smiles.
She needs all the practice she can get, does the girl who saved the world.
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