WaterAngel-Alyssa's 100 Theme Challenge
18. Tainted
Namine whimpered in her seat. Tears began to flow from her sort, angelic face.
Blood was pouring from between her legs, and there were bruises and cuts all over her body.
She thought about Larxene, and her big breasts, and how much she wanted to grab them and touch them.
Then her mind wandered to her legs.
Those big strong legs.
She wanted to caress them and squeeze them as tight as she could.
But if she had a heart, it would be crying at this point.
It would be raped by ravenous desire, and it would be tainted beyond repair.
