Pull me back under

It was almost amusing, the way he could just make up his rules on the fly and expect them to carry weight. Though, she didn’t challenge it. She didn’t have one single remaining brain cell capable of arguing with him at the moment. But when her words finally sunk in she could see the confusion register on his expression, she felt like in some minuscule way, she won. Though again, it was her pinned to the ground, not him. She would be grateful for the small victories, though. “I’m talking about the full moon ritual you hijacked into a soul-bonding ceremony, Sephiran!” She answered, though her breath was becoming more labored, the more force he applied in keeping her on her back. “There is no escape- not for you or for me.” She continued, voice a little more airy as she struggled for words. “There may be distance, but the only separation will be in death.” Which may be exactly what he wanted. Though, when she said she would kill herself at the first available opportunity, she certainly meant it. Perhaps he would see that now, though she wasn’t going to hold her breath. Honestly, though, it would be in her best interest if he didn’t take her seriously, so she would specifically not remind him.

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