WHO Marian & The Sheriff WHEN Thursday (7th Jan) WHERE The Sheriff's place WHAT the day after torture WARNINGS soft frolling
Marian did not sleep well.
Her front and back were too marred with burns - both from the red hot pokers as well as the continued cattle prods - that there was no real position that didn't hurt her. But the exhaustion was somehow stronger than the pain, and so it meant that she slept but woke any time she even slightly shifted in her sleep, moaning with pain and gripping the sheets. (Or, on more than one occasion, the Sheriff's shirt.)
She didn't have the space inside her to think about how the only place she felt safe right now was by his side. It was just the one fact she knew for sure in amongst the aching muscles and the burned flesh and a throat torn ragged from so much screaming.
But this time when she woke, she felt like she wasn't about to swoon back into unconconsiousness. Now, unfortunately, she appeared to be actually awake.