Your hands were shaking, every inch of your filthy body was sweating, your mind was rushing with thoughts, and the screams of pain coming from coach Scott after you cut his achilles were definitely not helping. It was a decision made by everyone to prevent the man from running away, yet you thought Shauna was going to be the one to do it; so the way she handed you the knife and told you to not be afraid of your bad parts—as a way of encouraging you to do it—was quite a shock to you.

Did you regret it? Not so much, actually.

You could tell she was proud of you from the moment you grabbed coach Scott's foot, the way you simply slid the sharp blade of the knife against his tendon snapped something in her. She was proud and—... really turned on. When you two left the little farm and went back to where the other girls were, she didn't hesitate to grab your bloodied hand and then lead you back to your shared hut—a way of showing everyone she had your back, a way of showing them you were hers—.

In the safety of your shelter, away from the girls' eyes, she brought your bloodied hand up to her lips and dragged her tongue all over your skin, licking up the crimson-red liquid. After she had her fill, she quickly pulled you into a heated kiss.

"You did good..." She mumbled against your lips before pulling away to press her face against your neck, kissing and nibbling at your sensitive skin—not bothered by the grime on your flesh.