I like him holding me down. He bites me in different places. I can feel my own blood on my skin. I like that, too.

"I want all of you."

"Of course," I say, surprised. "You have that, don't you?" I have a vague memory that... this body is - for him, somehow. I'm not quite sure what that means, but I don't worry about it. It's hard to worry about anything when his hands are on me and his teeth are in me. "Will you take your clothes off?"