She tried to dodge, but he was too fast for her, and she yelped in pain as his fingers dug into her flesh. She glared at him, shaking.
"You're the one making it a bloody game," she near spat into his face, her eyes flashing. "I'm not your pet, I'm not your toy, I'm not your plaything."
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Date: 2009-10-20 01:09 pm (UTC)"You're the one making it a bloody game," she near spat into his face, her eyes flashing. "I'm not your pet, I'm not your toy, I'm not your plaything."