As his cheek ripped clean from his head blood spattered against Eponine's face and down her front and he could not help but scream in pain. Tears ran down his face and he found himself gripping her even with his broken hand causing even more pain.
Darkly he wondered if he tasted good.
Was that all she needed? Would she stop? His breathing was heavy now, his mind racing as adrenaline surged through him now.
Re: Closed to Eponine
Darkly he wondered if he tasted good.
Was that all she needed? Would she stop? His breathing was heavy now, his mind racing as adrenaline surged through him now.