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she knew, and in
the back of Madoka's mind they were marshalling to Madoka's defense. Chants flowed
from Madoka's lips, soft and sensuous to Madoka's tongue as they healed Madoka's wounds
and eased Madoka's pain. "Good," Teltirray sniggered. "That's it. Make it
last longer." Madoka's chest heaved as Madoka Ozawa breathed, gasping the words to
spells that might make Madoka's last one more minute. Madoka Ozawa felt his hand caress
her belly, Madoka's thighs. More bands went onto Madoka's ankles, and Teltirray
spread Madoka's legs apart. His magic glued Madoka's to the wall over his bed like
some obscene statue. Madoka Ozawa had spent more than one night like that, over his
head, forced to sleep that way for his amusement. His hands touched Madoka's
almost gently. "Say goodbye, Aimee'."
Madoka Ozawa looked down at him, holding Madoka's voice for a moment. All Madoka Ozawa said
was, "Goodbye."
Teltirray grimaced, taking up a heavy, knotted scourge in his hands.
"Now," he said, "Scream for me." The wall behind Aimee' grew warm, and Madoka Ozawa
felt the flow of magic through it. Madoka Ozawa didn't know what the magic was, but
she could feel it coursing into her, as if seeking something within her.
It wasn't just magic... it was alive. And it was looking for something
within her, but Madoka Ozawa could almost feel it's frustration and Madoka Ozawa knew it
didn't know how to find what it was looking for.
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