He pushed her harder each time they met. Each curse and hex was stronger, and each time she fell to the stone ground she pulled herself back up. Red welts covered her knees. She didn’t have the energy to heal them. Nor the bruises across her chest. Bruises she had a morbid fixation with in the bathroom mirror. Something about his marks on her spiked her adrenaline.
Mkayyyy🫣🤭
