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Brynhild Ingouf ([info]brynhild_ingouf) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
Bryn took the offered spatula, lowered herself to her knees, that way if she were going to throw up, or other unmentionable things, it wouldn't be on his bare feet. She took up the bottle and gave him a nod. With a great expulsion of breath she lifted the bottle to her lips and upended it. She downed the whole of the liquid inside, without pausing for a breath. She tossed the bottle onto the moved couch, and put the spatula between her teeth.

She gave him a nod, there was no going back now. She shivered slightly. She would do her best not to scream. Or at the very least muffle it. She couldn't hold back the rest. She could only hope that it wasn't going to be as bad as he thought it was.

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