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The witch had retreated,. Hiding her demise from her friends'eyes, and quickly regained composure.
And now, yes: Lydia.
Lydia, crop in hand looking at me with kindness.
And hunger.
And desire.
Had she shown only cruelty or anger I could have maintained my fighting spirit.
But kindness? Lust? The whip?
This brought me back into this place I can't resist.
This place I can't seem to be able to do without, where I give myself to... or rather, where I let others take hold of me.
Suddenly I felt so alone.
Alone again. The target. The price.
Their toy.
Of course I was afraid, but..
But..Oh, god.