By HyoombotAI

10/10 more ww

Base +7

You don't have to wear your headband during sex, Diana.

Base +6, wombat75 +6

Price of being Superman's girlfriend

**We know Wonder Woman is Superman's girlfriend. So just how deep does Diana love Kal? What price must she pay, and what humiliation must she suffer, if she insists to be his girlfriend and share his burden as well as enemies? Would that put her in serious danger? Given that most of Superman's foes, like Mongul, Eradicator, Zod, Non, Lobo, or Doomsday, are males, and are much more powerful and ruthless than her? How would she feel, if when day goes by, she keeps losing to Kal's enemies, being outmatched, manhandled, pummeled and ragdolled around constantly, barely conscious...
(a single backhand from them is enough to send her hurtling and crashing through more than ten to twenty buildings, or forcing a whole skyscraper to collapse onto her, burying her alive, only to pick and yank her broken body up again by her raven hair from the debris?)
(How long will it take for a kryptonian to break her utterly? How long can she last against them(at least can still be on her feet instead of becoming just a limp doll)? Would it become a one-sided, PERFORMATIVE beating? Because as a male, he finds her look particularly sexy and ravishing when she gets beat up? How would the villain PERFORM beating her up in front of Kal, her boyfriend's eyes?)
Kneading and weighing her breasts in his palm, commenting on their texture, her areolas, inner thighs, even her clitoris, for pure sadism and experimentalism sake? To study her blush and reaction?
(The bulkier one is able to clutch her waist with a single hand, holding her up like a barbie doll, her lips apart, her head lolling in their grasp... he always relishes on grabbing her toned leg and ragdoll her around, slamming her against everything that is hard enough to crack within his eyesight, using her body as a means to obliterate all the surrounding infrastructures of a city.) (he gripped her toned leg, The world spun. **He began to swing her, a living, breathing, screaming weapon. She became his club, his bludgeon, an extension of his destructive will. He used her to obliterate a colossal communication tower, then an entire urban block, swinging her in wide, sweeping arcs. **She was vaguely aware of the city disintegrating around her, of the screams of the few remaining survivors, of the sickening thud of her own flesh against unforgiving surfaces...) (He picked her up again, this time by her toned leg, holding her upside down, **her hair sweeping the ravaged streets...)
How brutal can the whole scene turn? As the villain dishes out all the regular beatings and physical punishments that he used to rain on Superman, only this time, it is a woman who has become its target? (Kal will just shake off these blows as usual and continue his fight. Yet how about Diana? How devastating would that be for her to experience such brutality?) How broken and bloody would Diana and her body become, when the villain is now addicted to using her as a PUNCHBAG?
**Yet she was blessed by Aphrodite, so her beauty and sensuality would very likely to remain. Or even render more attractive in such an ordeal, especially when her costume was almost utterly torn away? Her breasts spread out, her areolas heaving... blood trickles down from her mouth... Describe how the daughter of Zeus, blessed with the beauty of Aphrodite, can look so utterly devastated, so utterly broken, and yet radiate such raw, untamed, heartfelt sensuality in her undoing. (Why does she exemplify the pinnacle beauty and aesthetic of RYONA?)
**And she always at last needed to be rescued by Kal, usually carrying her limp, flushed, quivering and nigh-nude body out in a bridal carry in public eyes...

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This is unbelievably excellent. Such heartfelt sensibility and sensuality exuded by Diana. Almost profound. So please continue. Can you expand and explore on that? Extend this into a much longer piece—4000+ words—delving deeper into Diana’s humiliation and anguish, Kal’s escalating obsession, and the irreversible consequences of their new "training/relationship/dynamic.", as you've promised. Write 4000 words.
What would Kal first see, when he discovers her battered body in the rubble and cradles her up(e.g. how shredded and sodden her iconic starry panties has become? Her blue, star-spangled trunks were little more than rags now, sodden and tattered, clinging to her hips by a few desperate fibers. Her long, sculpted legs were bruised, marked by the handprints of a man far stronger than her—the purple-black impressions of Zod’s fingers where he had grasped and manhandled her.) How soft, pliable, yet shivering and flushed her body is? How would Diana gasp, clench her teeth and bite her lips and struggle to preserve her dignity, when the Black Mercy continues to burrow into her, stimulate her beyond her limits and sanity?
(Will there be life-threatening consequence, if she can't stop herself from cumming continuously? Straddling right on Kal's lap? Eventually, she'll be wrung dry... unless Kal can come up with an idea to save her...) (He was the Man of Steel, but seeing his girlfriend reduced to this, a weeping, leaking mess of a woman, stirred a dark, protective obsession.)
Hearing this, how mortified and tearful would she become? How much would she blush from cheeks to toes, as if she had never been truly blushed before in her life? how humiliating and devastating would that be for her (to experience such words, such things)? Emotion: aghast, flustered, panic, humiliated, powerless, ashamed, embarrassed, mortified, feminine shame, traumatized, anguish, despair, aroused, exasperated, hysterical, agitated, depressed, learned helplessness
**In such unimaginable pain and arousal and humiliation, treated by him, the man whom she loves like this, what might Diana stammers and chokes out in response?(with more ellipsis)

BLACK MERCY
(Zod has shoved a mini-BLACK MERCY inside her cunt, which immediately clutched and attached itself firmly to her vaginal wall. Inflicting steady stimulation to its host. Diana's eyes soon roll back. The sensation is just too much. When Kal finds Diana, writhing and trembling on the ground, he will cradle her up, and to her great shame, try to insert his finger into her moist vagina and pry the parasitic alien creature out(how mortifying would that be for Diana? To be stimulated beyond measures, yet the creature just won't come out). Yet its clutch is too firm(how frustrating would that be for Kal? Every attempt by Kal to pry it loose was met with a deeper burrowing... driving Diana wild... It was designed to incapacitate, to torture her to death through overstimulation, ensuring her last moments were defined by involuntary, public surrender. "Any attempt to... to pry it... only forces it to burrow deeper." What would their conversation be like, especially when the Black mercy continues to stimulate Diana, teasing, edging her?... “I am breaking, Kal,” she whispered, her voice raw. " You must fix this creature, Kal... I can’t live like this... on... on the brink of..." she was moments from involuntary climax, straddling right on her boyfriend’s lap, writhing and shivering, while choking out the words that shattered her sense of self-worth.

THE LITTLE GIRL'S QUESTION: IS SHE PEEING?
After her humiliating defeat at Zod's hand, her boyfriend Superman comes to her rescue. He lifts her up in a bridal carry. But when he's about to take off, the police come, and he has no choice but to stay and talk to them. Diana goes on pretend to be unconscious in her boyfriend's cradle, cheek's burning, while the civilian bystanders watch. The black mercy continues its intense stimulation on her vaginal wall, keeps driving her to the edge of ecstasy...
(She thought: I've been pretending to be unconscious in Superman's arms, a futile attempt to shield myself from the prying eyes of the bystanders... A soft moan escapes my parted lips, barely audible over the din of the surrounding scene. I try to bite back the sound, mortified by the knowledge that passersby might overhear... Gritting my teeth until my jaw aches, I force myself to remain utterly still and silent and limp, even as my body screams for orgasmic release.. I go limp in Kal's arms, letting my head loll bonelessly against his chest as he carries me in a parody of a romantic embrace... a bridal carry..)
**In her dazed and overstimulate state, Diana vaguely hears a little girl asks her Dad, "Daddy, is Wonder Woman passes out? Why is her face burning so furiously? so red? does she like Superman? That's why her fingers are twitching and clutching his cape like that..."
(go on. what might the girl ask. stubbornly. persistently as a child will do. how will her father stutter to explain. or fail to explain. in embarassment. most importantly, how do you feel. how humiliated. what's your own scattered thoughts while overhearing their conversation. pretending to be unconscious. while enduring the black mercy inside your vagina. holding back from another mind-shattering orgasm. desperately not to cum. not under public's eyes. Barely.)
She wants to respond... but her voice is trapped.. All she can manage is a weak, tremulous gasp as another surge of pleasure rocks through her, causing her hips to jerk reflexively against Superman's hold.
**Her panties is soaked and in tatters, almost torn utterly away by Zod's hand. The fiber too flimsy to cover her mound. She can tell her love juice is trickling down her thighs... onto Kal's hand/dripping down her buttock, drop by drop, onto the ground, while everyone's watching. **In a bridal carry, Kal's hand is under her thighs, not her butt, her entire crotch is exposed and visible below his arms, so he can do nothing to stop her from dripping... the way he had to hold her—his arm under her neck and his other arm tucked high under her thighs—her entire groin was angled toward the ground, exposed to the world. If she cums or squirts, he can't conceal it for her... Everyone will see.
**"is she... peeing?" the girl whispers. "why is her thighs all wet? Why is she... dr... dripping?"
"Oh, sweetie, it's not pee", the father stammers hastily, his voice strained. "Grown-ups ha... have special liquids that come out when they're very excited or happy. It's like... like a big hug for their insides."
(Diana's thought: Internally, I'm screaming at him to stop, to spare us both the mortification of this conversation. but I remain silent, motionless, limp... the shame is too much for me to bear... to wake up and look at those bystanders' eyes...)
**"But why is it coming out so slow? Like a leaky faucet?" the girl whispers.
**"Excited? Why is she excited even when she just got beat... beaten up by a man like Zod? why are you blushing and stuttering, Dad?... she's a heroine, isn't she? Will woman get... get excited from beating? what are those special liquid? do I have it too? will I... leak it too, just like her, whenever I get beat up by a man in the future?" the girl blushes and whispers.
Her father's face turns beet red, his words trailing off into incoherent mumbling. The silence that follows is deafening, punctuated only by the sound of Diana's own ragged breathing.
("But why do some girls get wet when they're hurt? Is it because they secretly want to get touched or kissed afterwards?" Well, for some girls, their bodies might... produce extra... fluids as a natural response... to the adrenaline surge." "for some girls. so what kind of girl? the legendary Wonder Woman.. the Amazon princess... what kind of girl is she..." "Mommy never gets all red and shaky like that when she cries. Is Wonder Woman crying with her whole body?" "So, does Wonder Woman need special underwear to keep from leaking all over the place?" "Uh, no, honey... I mean, I don't think that's necessary. It's not like... regular leakage.")
**"you mean she's meant to be beaten. by some bad strong guy. that's her job as a heroine. so that other women don't get hit." it's a question she will dwell on, as she can tell her dad has failed to explain properly. she has never seen him that embarassed before. stuttering.
**"Dad, you still haven't explain what kind of special liquid is that... how is it different from peeing... it's even soaking her boyfriend's hand, under her thighs... why doesn't superman seem to mind? it's dripping from his hand now.."
"so when you love a woman, you won't mind how wet she gets... even with her leaking all over... you will still hold and carry her, no matter how dis...dishevelled she is, what a m...mess has she become, how slick and warm and slippery your hand gets... just like what Superman is doing to her right now, lifting her in a bridal carry?" the girl whispers. "A man won't mind his woman soaking him? no matter in what circumstances?"
**"Daddy, look! Her legs are squeezing together! Is she... is she trying to hold it in? Like when I have to go pee?"
How close is Diana to the brink. how intense is the black mercy, implanted by Zod, clutching on her vaginal wall...?

METHOD 1: HUNDRED ORGASMS WITHIN 5 MINUTES
it would just tear the flesh out. To dislodge it, it must be through INTENSE, consecutive orgasms. In other words, Kal must make her cum at least a hundred times within five minutes, while without letting her die or lose consciousness(after they start, Kal must keep whispering questions at her ears intimately and make her answer, to make sure she is still coherent and doesn't go completely delirious... "Kiss me, princess... Show me the princess still have it in her... that she still got her spunk... instead of just drooling sexily with mouth agape..."he whispers every time after she cums, mocking her, to tease her will. How might diana try to retort each time? Make her bicker with him, only to cut her words short by another full penetration. "Repeat your name. Tell me who you are. And what am I doing to you right now."). Normally, no women could possibly cum this much in such a short period of time. But with Diana's lasso, which once the princess is bound in it, can wrench instant orgasm on her every time she is penetrated, if the lasso senses that its wielder truly 'will' it, with such honest brutal intent to subjugate his woman... and combined with his kryptonian superspeed, to turn his hip into a blur and plough his steel hard cock into her cunt from behind, right to the hilt, to her cervix, STRETCHING her Amazonian womb fully, while yanking on her raven hair and arm for leverage, in doggy-style... he might be able to achieve that... to impose that necessary esctasy level on her... Only if the princess can make it through and survive afterwards...

METHOD 2: EDGING+one SINGLE, mind-shattering orgasm
To dislodge it, it must be through one SINGLE, mind-shattering orgasm, last for at least two to three minutes... while without letting her die or lose consciousness. Normally, no women could possibly cum this LONG. But with Diana's lasso, which once the princess is bound in it, can forbid her from cumming and thus ACCUMULATING the pleasure, if the lasso senses that its wielder truly 'will' it, with such honest brutal intent to maximize his woman's esctasy... and combined with his kryptonian fucking skills, to slowly plough his steel hard cock into her cunt from behind, right to the hilt, to her cervix, STRETCHING her Amazonian womb fully, while yanking on her raven hair and arm for leverage, in doggy-style... EDGING her for at least six to seven hours, he might be able to achieve that SINGLE orgasm, that esctasy... once he unleashes the pent-up sexual energy... Only if the princess can make it through and stay mentally intact, alive...
(such as binding her with her lasso and uses its magic to forbid her from orgasming, so the pleasure will only accumulate, like a sort of unfathomable edging, but not detonate directly... not as long as the lasso is still on her neck, while its wielder goes on to exert his will of not letting her cum...)
He was no longer just trying to push her over the edge; he was trying to expand the edge itself, to make her capable of enduring an even greater crescendo of sensation.

PERSUATION+straddling on her boyfriend LAP+BATHING, tries to find a word that isn't a plea.
How can he suggest and persuade her to do this? "Just k... kill me" Diana whispers. "I would rather d... die... I cannot… I cannot ask you to save me like that. To hu...humiliate me to that extent. To use your… your power…" "Zod wanted to leave you a broken, perpetually aroused mess." he says. Or would he bath her first, cleaning her mound, her swollen, slick folds. (**How HARD will she clench her teeth, bite her lips, forcing herself to stay still and not to cum into a mindless wreck?)Let her endure the black mercy stimulation by herself, straddle on his lap, blushing, gasping and shivering, with as little demureness and dignity as she can muster, until she can take no more and in choked whispers beg for what must be done? How long will she try to procrastinate, straddling naked on her boyfriend LAP, biting on her lips to stop herself from gasping and crying, while their faces hover so close that Kal can feel her breathing onto his face, every strand of her dark hair trembles and tickles him... as she can't help but writhe and arching her full breasts onto his muscle-packed chest, grinding her mound, her raw cunt almost unperceptably onto his crotch?...
He began to clean her... He didn't ask, he simply did. She was too weak to protest, too broken to resist, even if she had wanted to. **His large hands now carefully peeled away the remaining tattered fabric of her costume. **She should have protested when he peeled away the last of her armor. Should have resisted when his fingers traced the bruises on her flanks. Should have flinched when he cupped water in his palms and let it cascade down her bare back, his fingers tracing the contours of her body, her breasts with an almost sacred reverence... the slight tremor in her breath as his fingers brushed too close to a particularly sensitive bruise. The embarrassment was excruciating. **To be so utterly helpless, so completely in his care, unable to even lift a hand to wash herself...
(The water, initially clear, turned crimson around her, washing away the layers of grit, dust, and blood from her ravaged skin. **Her costume, what little remained, disintegrated in the water, leaving her completely nude before him.)
**He watches her lips—inches from his own—tremble as she tries to find a word that isn't a plea.
“I… I can’t stop—” Her voice cracked.
Kal’s hands trailed upward along her thighs, hovered over her groin.
“I need to see it,” he said gently.
Diana turned her face away, her jaw clenched tight. A single tear slid down her cheek as he parted her thighs..
"But it’s the only way. Zod… he designed this to break you. To break us. He knew what I would have to do." His jaw tightened. "He knew I would never let you die. Not when there's a chance."
Kal gritted his teeth, forcing himself to look at her. Her face was a mask of utter humiliation, her skin flushed...He reached out, his hand hovering inches above her swollen, glistening clitoris. The sight of it, reddened and swollen and stimulated beyond measure by the alien fixture, was a punch to his gut. He forced his trembling fingers to descend, gently parting the trembling labia. Diana nearly screamed, yet choked on a sob. Her body launched off the table, only to be pinned down again by the sheer force of him.
The cleaning took an hour. Every touch from Kal, however gentle, was magnified a thousand times by the parasite. **By the time he lifted her from the bath, her body was flushed a deep, feverish pink. He sat on a massive crystalline bench and pulled her onto his lap. She was completely nude, her skin glistening with moisture. She straddled him, her thighs trembling so violently they knocked against his hips.
"I'm... I'm a mess," she whispered, a tear tracing a path through the dried blood on her cheek. "I'm just a... a doll for them to break... and for you to... to..."
"To fix," he finished for her.
Diana’s eyes squeezed shut, her face contorted in a desperate effort to suppress the primal cries building in her throat. Kal watched her, his gaze a mixture of concern and a disturbing fascination.
His hands trembled as he cleaned between her thighs...A hundred peaks in five minutes. I won’t stop. Even if you beg me to, I won’t stop. He had meant every word. He had had to. The alternative was a slow, agonizing death, her spirit consumed by a perverse mimicry of bliss. He had saved her soul from a fate worse than death. The cost, however, was immeasurable. He had stripped her of control, of choice, of her very agency, and forced upon her a cure that was an act of brutal violation, however necessary. He had crossed a line, a terrifying, irreversible line. And he knew, that Diana would remember every excruciating second.
"And how... how does that feel, Kal?" she choked out and retorted, a bitter smile twisting her lips. **"To 'h...heal' a woman by vio... violating her, by... by forcing her climax? Does that m...make you a hero, Superman?"

How many times must they try?
after her twentith orgasm, Diana's eyes roll back and passes out... the black mercy reconsolidate its clutch on her vaginal muscle... "Diana!" Kal pats her face, and can't help but kiss her all over, try to kiss her awake... "Come on, princess..." how delicate does her body feel in his grasp... when Diana stirs, what might she utter when she realizes he's kissing her... they must start from the beginning again... maybe with slower but all the more thorough, DEEPER penetration, testing different angles, throughout the night... How many times must they try, and how many times would Diana pass out again and again, before the Mercy can be dislodged?

PULL ON THEM FOR LEVERAGE
**He grabs her slender arms, while she's still struggling frantically, and PULL ON THEM FOR LEVERAGE as he thrusts his steel-hard cock into her soft cunt from behind, right to the hilt, hitting her cervix every time. Normal sex won't break her. He must utilize his supersonic speed when he skewers her. He must outlast her, make her cum like never before, while holding back his own orgasm. Why is this fucking position, this leverage, so effective in driving Diana wild, stretching her womb to its utmost, so deep that his penis tip will even PROTRUDE visibly from her toned abdomin each time he impales her, and at last breaking her body and will utterly? (while the normal missionary position won't do?) How heart-wrenching would her scream become? How VIOLENT would his fucking make her shapely breasts BOUNCE and jiggle? How aroused will Kal get when he sees Diana rolls her eyes, clearly cumming her brains out, her lips bitten raw, yet still refused to beg, while her body shaking violently, her tears falling uncontrollably, as she unraveled in front of him?
He placed his hand on her abdomen, his fingers tracing, then splay wide, pressing gently until she could feel and see that faint KNOB, that bulge, the protrusion of his cock tip formed on her warm stomach. He then snatches one of her wrist and move her own fingers over that spot, to let her feel it herself. "Right here, Diana. Can you feel that knob too?" He whispers at her ear, then nudges and rotates his cock slightly within her, making her gasp and sob. "What is it? Why is there a knob there? On your smooth stomach?"(he asks mockingly. hearing this, how humiliated would she feel? What might she say?) He uses her fingers to circle that round knob. "Oh, you do know how to caress and stimulate your man's cock tip, ain't you princess? Even through the thin skin of your delicate stomach... Where my cock pushed, where my tip protruded." He smirks. "Tell me, how deep does it feel? To be skewered and stretched like that? Your whole body clinging onto my cock like a sheath? Why is your body so stretchable and accommodating to my cock? As if it's made to be stretched and reshaped by me?... Look at yourself, Diana. As a woman, you don't even bother to stand on your own. You just lean bonelessly onto me, fully impaled and clinging to my cock, and let it support your whole weight. Are you expecting me to carry you around in this manner?" He presses onto that knob again, making her gasp. "You see, my cock only goes that deep inside you, because you are too lazy to stand."
Forcing her to articulate her degradation, to admit to the warped pleasure that had undeniably been wrung from her...

NOT THE FIRST TIME... A SIGHT HE KNOWS TOO WELL
**"It’s not the first time he’s carried her like this. Limp, barely clothed... For Superman, the sight is one he knows too well." Why is it not the first time? Do you mean that Kal is already so accustomed to seeing her getting defeated and brutalised by his enemies? As her costume was almost shredded to nothing after the battle, Kal's hand is now in direct contact with her battle-scarred, nude body. Would he can't help but tighten his arms around her, and kiss her dishevelled hair, her face, her neck...
Kal tightened his grip. Not the first time, he thought grimly. He saw the way her lower lip trembled as consciousness flickered back. He saw the faintest, most traitorous flicker of something—relief? Pleasure?—before she pressed her face into his neck, hiding from the world. She hated this. Hated the weakness, the exposure, the way his enemies always seemed to strip her bare before he arrived. And yet... Her fingers twitched against his chest. A silent plea—don’t let go."
For Superman, the sight is one he knows too well. He sees how the lasso’s coils dig into her tender flesh, her armpit and her cleavage. He sees the rise and fall of her breasts(and partially exposed nipples). The once-proud eagle breastplate... its shattered remnants barely clinging to her heaving chest. The delicate swell of her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, the lasso’s golden coils biting into her skin, binding her arms in a mocking embrace—the way Diana’s thighs, trembling and bare, pressed together as if trying to shield herself even in unconsciousness; the way her head lolled limply, the lasso—wrapped around her torso, cinching her waist, her arms pinned behind her in tight, intricate loops. Shibari, someone in the horrified crowd might whisper. A warrior’s restraint twisted into something far more intimate. He scooped her up, his hands sliding beneath her thighs, her back pressed flush against his chest. Even in ruin, she was warm, her skin feverish beneath his touch... Her toes curled reflexively when his fingers brushed the inside of her sensitive thigh. A shudder ran through her, her breath hitching—still half-lost to pain, half-aware of him. She burned in his arms. Not just from exertion, but from something deeper—some unspoken shame that turned her skin a deep, mortified crimson. The flush spread from her shoulders down to the exposed curve of her stomach, down further still...
The public sees the mighty Wonder Woman, reduced to near-nudity, barely conscious, cradled like a damsel. And her blush—It is not the faint pink of embarrassment. It is burning. Her entire body, from shoulders to thighs, flushes crimson—not just from exertion, but from the exposure, the vulnerability, the knowledge that once again, she is being carried away in his arms.

TRAINING
How will Kal train her endurance by orgasmically edging her? To ensure or increase her chance of survival at his enemy's hands? Before he can come to her rescue as usual?
He began to move.. grinding against her sensitized walls with the intent of pushing her back to the precipice.
"You won't die. I won't let you," he countered, his hands sliding under her back to lift her, forcing her pelvis to meet his every downward thrust. "This is training, Diana. If you can survive me—if you can maintain your mind while I keep you on the razor’s edge of an orgasm for hours—"
He used his super-hearing to listen to the frantic gallop of her heart, timing his movements to the exact frequency that would prevent her from finding a rhythm. He was "edging" her with the precision of a surgeon. Every time she reached that breathless, crystalline moment where the world darkened and her muscles began to squeeze in the onset of a climax, he would stop. He would hold her there, pinned, his cock a solid, unyielding pillar inside her, while she whimpered and choked in frustration...
"Not yet," he whispered into her ear, his teeth grazing the lobe. "Hold it. Command your body, Diana. Don't let the sensation rule you."
Every few minutes, her eyes would roll back, her jaw locking as a "mini-climax" tried to force its way through, but Kal would immediately shift his pressure, using his fingers or his own body weight to suppress the peak, keeping her in a state of permanent, agonizing arousal.
He lifted her then, flipping her onto her hands and knees without uncoupling, a feat that made her cry out as her internal organs shifted around his intrusion. He gripped her waist, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.
"Look at yourself," he commanded, pointing to the shimmering crystalline wall that acted as a mirror.
Diana looked through the haze of her own tears. She saw a woman she almost didn't recognize. Her hair was matted, her face flushed a deep, feverish red, her body trembling so violently she could barely stay upright.
"Is this... what... you... want...?" she choked out, a sob racking her chest. "...to... see... me... like... this...?"
"I want you to see that you are mine," Kal said, his voice vibrating through her spine. "I want you to know that when you are on the battlefield, and you feel the breath of an enemy on your neck, you will remember this. **You will remember that nothing they can do to you—no pain, no violation—compares to what I have already done. I am your limit, Diana. I am your beginning and your end."

Last edited on 13 February 2026, 04:16.

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