"I told you I don't fucking need— ah, fuck! " Maeve all but snarls, teeth grinding together as her nails dig into your arm in an effort to muffle any more signals of pain. As if she's not leaking blood all over. "Oh, fuck me." She seethes, grip on you tightening with so much force you're surprised you don't see the your own skin render. Yet.

Maeve grunts. She's fucked up everywhere. Why didn't the V give her regen powers, huh?

God certainly has his favourites.