It was still so early into this night, and Luna wondered if he would break her in half by the end of it. Her fingers dug into the blankets beneath her and her voice was becoming more strained with every fucking thing he made her beg him for.
There were lines of a poem in her head, and Luna brought all her focus to them instead of what was happening to her. things fall apart, the center cannot hold… the center cannot- anarchy is loosed upon the world. The best- something about the best- something-