(This is a bit… squickier than the others but I still don't think it exceeds the rating at all)

Pain

He hurts me because it's all he knows. No, that's too generous, he must want it. He could overpower my mind and make it easier.

I used to need touch. I remember the days of seduction by song, the men and the women. Back when something, anything was still up to me.

Now all I have is him, and all he has is an obsession and a mission.

I tell myself the next time those horrifying amber eyes lock onto mine I'll spit in his face and wait for him to murder me. But he'd never be that merciful.

Note: Midvalley's POV about Legato