He flailes, helpless, hopeless, a tangle of arms and legs pressing down on him, cutting off his air, his escape, his sanity.
The dark spectre that ruined his life shows no mercy; he cries pitifully, but no one answers.
He reaches out to her; she callously pushes him away, cold-hearted, unforgiving, as he knew she would forever be.
He screams, begging
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BTW, I have a perfect 5 stars on Ashwinder for one fic only - you guessed it - Do Tell! I bless the day you challenged me with that prompt. I really enjoyed that fic so much and it seems to be enjoyed by other readers as well.
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Poor Crookshanks...when your Human gets married, your bed priviledges are subject to change. :P
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Lovely twist on a darkish drabble turned deftly into fluff.
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