Neither Neither Nor Nor

Good and evil are fucking two feet from her cage, grunting, gasping, moaning as one. She can't always tell them apart from in here.

She's damned and taunted Wesley, pleaded to his good side, promised to be good, offered to be bad. He never cares; there's no forgiveness there.

Sometimes, Lilah opens her cage as Wesley sleeps. Gagged, Justine shoots her hateful looks that say you can't buy me. Lilah laughs and closes the door.

She's fallen between, too good for evil, too bad for good. They're having sex two feet from her cage, but it's Justine who is fucked.