#whoooopsss

How dare u with your difficult questions.

OK but just imagine:

Volume 3 Cinder, cool, sultry and in control. She knows exactly what she wants and exactly how you're gonna play a part in fulfilling her needs. You're there, alive and breathing, purely because she has allowed it so and she's gonna use you up to the last breath.

And then we have:

Volume 7 Cinder. She's fighting on the edge of control. She can feel the arm on her left spreading but would never admit to it besting her; she feeds it what it wants, consuming you roughly and posessively until the pain makes you a scared and the fear gets her off. As before there's no questioning who is in charge, but now she's more angry assertion as if sex were a challenge of her primacy.

The short answer?

[pm] You know me, I’m a terrible liar. I love it, paladin’s honor. It’s like you two are always here. Which sounds wicked stalkery, guess I’m back in the game. Also, it might come in handy soon, so… Fashionable AND useful. Like your tramp stamp.

[pm] My tramp stamp is a badge of honor, and I wear it with pride. 

Me: Oh ok I hope i can fill that many pages

*accidentally writes ten pages worth*