She tried not to think about what he was doing, his fingers slipping into her, that it was her stepfather doing this, that this was disgusting and wrong and sick. She tried not to think about what Tina must have felt when he did this to her and she tried not to wonder how he had done it. What she focused on was the kiss.
She gasp as he touched her and when his lips met with hers she kissed him hungrily, an aggressiveness he would no doubt read as desire, as want tearing through her as she meshed her mouth to his, the lipstick--and the toxin--smearing into his skin at that thinnest place on the human body. It would no doubt absorb fairly quickly now.
"Sebastian...."
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