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I don't even know what to say. I woke up this morning to find Viggo standing over me, smirking in his Viggo way and then I was on my chest and looking for Chris. If Viggo was here -- and Chris was on the other side of the room crouching by the radiator and I tried telling him to get away, but he wouldn't. He was screaming and crying, and I didn't even register that Viggo was on top of me until I saw the look on Chris' face.
I should have known, should have fucking known that Viggo wouldn't be happy, that he would do something like this.
I just kept yelling at Chris to get out. I don't care what Viggo does to me, it's been done before -- but not Chris. When Viggo was done he slapped me and said something about pretty boys doing what they want and we vanished. First back to hell, where he put rings along the top tendon of my wings to keep me from flying. And that fucking hurt. There are a lot of nerve endings in our wings, that's why ... things are supposed to feel good. But this didn't.
Then we vanished again, and I have no idea where we are now. I hurt and from the look on Viggo's face, he's just warming up.
I should have known, should have fucking known that Viggo wouldn't be happy, that he would do something like this.
I just kept yelling at Chris to get out. I don't care what Viggo does to me, it's been done before -- but not Chris. When Viggo was done he slapped me and said something about pretty boys doing what they want and we vanished. First back to hell, where he put rings along the top tendon of my wings to keep me from flying. And that fucking hurt. There are a lot of nerve endings in our wings, that's why ... things are supposed to feel good. But this didn't.
Then we vanished again, and I have no idea where we are now. I hurt and from the look on Viggo's face, he's just warming up.