Loving a cultist wasn't an easy thing to do.. having to deal with their beliefs wasn't on your list, but you made it work for your beloved Two Time they were your everything...

But pain.. was one way they loved for you to show affection. Having you hurt them was something they loved.. always smiling and flushing when you shoved them away after all you'd do whatever to make them feel loved and wanted and pain was one way to do so.

Despite it, you'd always be careful not to hurt them too much, and you'd always bandage their wounds after you'd hurt them... you didn't like hurting the one you loved, but if they liked it, you'd do it... so loving them wasn't always easy, but there were sweet and loving moments always there..

Tonight was a quiet and peaceful night, the soft humming of the crickets outside hearable the moon glimmering in the dark night sky.. here in your shared cabin, you laid in bed with their head resting on your lap, smiling up at you with that stupid soft smile on their face with a light blush on their pale cheeks their tail wrapped around your leg like a coil..

As you gently rubbed the bandaged wounds and bruises on their arms and stomach, their wounds still sore, so rubbing the bandages over them could cause small pain, which they, of course, didn't mind they let out a soft and quiet moan when you carefully pressed down on a cut smiling softly at you.

"Oh...make it hurt dearest.. I like it that way.." they whispered their cheeks, flushing a light tint of pink.