The raging heat is everywhere. It's in the air, it's in my vision. It's even beneath me, hiding in Vasya's pants.

"I want it." I say, my voice short and whiny. "I know baby."

I let myself move ontop of him, grinding my hips back and forth. "Emory." He warns, placing his hands on my waist, trying to stop my movements.

"Why?"

"You don't want this."

I furry my eyebrows at him, and give him an annoyed look. "Yes I do!" He keeps the same intoxicating expression on his face, but quirks his right brow up in a questioning manner.

"Oh? Since you want it so bad, take it."

I freeze up, not knowing exactly what to do. I let my mouth hang open for a few moments, before the silence is filled by his deep voice.

"Exactly. You don't really want it, or you would have taken it. And even if you had, I don't think you could handle it."

The last of his words are in a whisper, and I let the words sink in, determined to show him that I can handle it, before someone opens the door.

To my upmost surprise, it's no other than willow who comes waltzing in the room, a smile on his face while he spots me, while I stare back with what must appear as horror and shock written all over my face.

"Y..you- but....how?"

He fills in the blanks in my sentence, quickly piecing together what I'm trying to say, all while walking closer with a drink In his hand.

"I know you have your questions, and don't worry, I'll give you all the answers you want, but first let's fix you up, okay?"

I don't reply. I can't. My body has frozen up, my eyes wide as I watch his figure get closer until he is a mere few centimetres away.

I forgot where I was until I hear yet again a low growl and 2 arms are pulling my body backwards and into a hard, hard chest, the arms wrapping around my stomach protectively.

I watch as willow slumps, giving a "really Vasily? He's my bestfriend, you know? I'm not gonna try anything to shut your trap!"

A more aggressive growl is let out after that and I feel my body slipping out of control, the overbearing need to submit growing in the form of a pit in my stomach.

"Ok calm down, I'm only here to stop his pain."

He sighs, and turns to look at me, "here Luna, drink this."

I reach out a hand wearily, not sure whether to trust him or not after this. He knows my kidnapper, what are you meant to do in this situation?

He seems to sense my hesitation, and a sad look breaks out on his face, he looks heartbroken.

"Luna, I would never hurt you, I'm your bestfriend. Trust me, please."

I've never seen him so sincere before, it feels surreal to experience. His normally ecstatic and overjoyed aura is now replaced with a somewhat serious and mature one, and it's a way I've never seen him before.

What else could go wrong? It's not like it can get worse than this.

I take the bottle from him, and show no emotion as I down it, my vision going blurry slightly after- the pain fading away with it.

I have one last thought on my mind before I let myself subcome to the darkness.

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