Sacrifice
The fleshy sword lay at her entrance and they both grew rigid and tense. He in doubt and worry, her in anticipation and longing. Take him, the sinister voice oozed to her.
His hollow urging filled her with dark purpose. Not waiting for Jack to break through, she rose up and enveloped him, crying out as her blood was spilt and her last piece of childhood rent.
His bitter laughter rose up through the fog of pain and enveloped her senses. Once more Jack's placid form melted to reveal the demon lover of her dreams. She welcomed him with a smile, no longer worrying about the image her own mind produced.