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    They aren’t as gruesome as I feared, probably because Doc was so persistent in treating them, but one can see the marks of his claws on me.
    And then he made a hissing sound like inhaling sharply through his teeth – or fangs – as his clawed fingers ran across his marks. It felt strange, ticklish, but feverish as well... good.
    Suddenly, he started to kiss them, gently, and I was the one inhaling sharply, like he wanted to kiss them away.
    This had been the last thing I had expected.
    His hands were wrapped around my rib cage, his clawed fingers still holding up my shirt, but also pressing me against him, his mouth. I swear, I felt his fingers change even more, these claws grow, but I didn’t dare make a sound. Also, because I couldn’t tell what kind of sound I would make.
    This is insane.
     
    Then, his kisses became more desperate and needy. It felt like he was burning me with his lips and then his tongue, and like my body heated up to meet this fever from the inside. I still don’t know what to think about that.
    His mouth moved higher and higher, along with his hands. Snaking up, making me hold my breath. And suddenly, he stopped. His breathing was heavy, just like the last time, when he had started hurting me.
    Until I realized that this time it was more even, like he had seen something or rethought his actions.
    Oh, had he just continued... That had been my thoughts. Again, my cheeks burn as I remember it. But he just had tried to regain control, because his hands went down and he shoved me... my hips further away from the wall, and with his claws being there...
    I can’t write this, can I?
    He pulled down my pants and I knew in this moment that this was what White had meant with ‘socializing’. I wanted to protest, to do something, but I couldn’t... It was impossible with his tongue far too high between my legs. The only sound that escaped my throat was a moan, which did the opposite of driving him away.
    If his kisses had burned my surface his tongue burned my insides, with waves created by his movements.
    I can’t deny that it felt insanely good the way he licked and sucked at my flesh. This soft tongue right there...
    Why wasn’t I disgusted?
    I don’t know what he did to make me feel like that. How was he able to make me feel so longingly helpless? It was like he grazed his teeth against me and then his tongue, his lips.
    Again and again.
    I couldn’t do anything but surrender.
    I can’t believe that happened.
    I can’t believe that I enjoyed it.
    And that wasn’t even the worst part.
    He stopped and I realized that I had pressed my head against the wall, supporting myself with my lower arms. My knees were wobbly and had given in, with his clawed hands being the only thing holding me in position.
    It had come insanely close to a point I couldn’t endure, to a point where I instinctively would have tried to writhe my way out of this. Not that I... I tried to compose myself with breathing deeply. But the wetness between my legs was burning me and etching my skin as it ran down my legs leaving a trail of ice. Him not continuing started to become more unbearable to that point he had been threatening to cross.
    Never have I felt so embarrassed in my life, and never so ashamed of myself, knowing that White and others were watching.
    I hadn’t noticed that he had moved away from me until I felt his hand at my hip from behind. Instantly, I knew what was going to happen and I was scared and aroused just the same.
    I didn’t want it to happen and I wanted it to happen. I looked forward to it in horror and shame and... desire.
    I can’t believe I felt like that.
    I still feel like that.
    And then he did it. He entered me slowly, maybe because he knew that he would rip me apart. I was so wet and still... it hurt, but it felt so good at the same time.
    God... please help me.
    He was so careful... even though his hands that held me steady were full-on claws. I bit my lip first, and I catch myself