He gives her a shove that sends her sprawling across the dewy grass.
"I am the Baron von Rothbart," he says, "and I can do what I please with you, Odette."
That is not her name.
But the word crackles in the air, and the talon-marks in her shoulders sting like they've been immersed in something noxious, and no other name is available to her anymore.
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Date: 2013-04-28 03:22 am (UTC)"I am the Baron von Rothbart," he says, "and I can do what I please with you, Odette."
That is not her name.
But the word crackles in the air, and the talon-marks in her shoulders sting like they've been immersed in something noxious, and no other name is available to her anymore.