I knew what I should do. I should inject my magic into his veins. I should instruct him to cut off his penis and swallow it whole so I could watch him choke to death. Then I would finally know what it meant to feel safe. Except facing him now, it was as if my power had frozen in my veins, unwilling to mingle with the sickening energy of his lust. I ground my teeth so hard, my jaw hurt. I hated him in a way that made me want to crumble, but I wanted to hate him in a way that made me rage.
Past SA from him?
