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collective unconscious
She wakes in darkness, as always. Blackness muffling everything. Sheets beside her empty and cool beneath palm.
'Go to sleep,' V grates out. Evey blindly follows the bed's dip and wraps her arms around his neck when she finds him at the edge. Back taunt as steel wire when she leans against him, a quiet appeal pressed into the hollow of his throat.
V tenses so much she thinks he might throw her out.
Then, an exhalation- violent suddenness, fingerprint bruising on arms, his mouth on hers, rough and desperate.
Two nights later, its Evey's turn: night-memories and sex, interchangeable.
multiple personality (set during Evey's torture)
--and you consider raping her, give serious thought, scouring it with same ruthless precision when carving scarlet-justice in muscle and skin, merciless; nothing too much when the end justifies the means, the scars she will commit to for the rest of her life inflamed over old cattle-marking, doesn't matter! and one day, like an epiphany before an apocalypse, she, ablaze in cold illumination, an angel!-- not flesh wounds but trophies of the soul to be borne, bared to the world, existence like the wrath of God, like you; yes, now! you'll do it, you—
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Double-dosage today.
Headaches won't shut up.