You Skulking Bastards

Merrick was completely right about her fucked upbringing, what he said hadn’t phased her. And still, she didn’t say a fucking word. What Merrick would come to find out is that the pain he caused her is what allowed her to drive forward and let everything else go. Because she did, she couldn’t lie, she did want him to fuck her up until the second it was happening. She was interested, she wanted to know how he felt and what he was like. And she hated it.

She was struggling to breathe until he let her go, she was reactive to any prick and bite he put on her. She was very bravely taking it all and she had told herself she wanted it before it happened so it was okay. You couldn’t know until you tried.

Her entire tension had changed as he flipped her over because in this state she didn’t want to look at him. The only thing she reacted good to was the feel of his grip in the back of her neck. She did relax into him if only for a moment before attempting to thrash around and bite him but she was trapped. She tried her best to close her eyes and picture Alastor, but she just couldn’t leave her body like she had that day with Kefka. Merrick was only met with short grunts and growls and he was certain to know that Relm didn’t get what she asked for.

"Relm"