"I don't know," Thoreau said, touching his bruises and making a soft sound at how good it felt to have them touched. "I'm not going to object. For the first time, being here doesn't suck. He knows how to hurt me. He might even kill me."
He smiled at Pyxis and went through her make up, finding a foundation and then sitting in front of her mirror and pouring a bit into his hand, smearing it over the bruises. It helped a little, even if they were a bit dark. "They look older." Thoreau closer his eyes for a moment as his fingers brushed against a bite, then laughed. "Fuck, touching them is turning me on."
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