Kuram was wilting before her very eyes and something inside of Juniper broke.<br/><br/>As a scythe, she knew that compromising with monsters led nowhere, but this wasn't a monster. This was her boyfriend, struggling with the burden that had been thrust onto his shoulders. He was still Kuram. She reminded herself that over and over again. Whatever pain he'd pushed upon her, and whatever horrible thing he'd done to her on that fateful night, it had been the monster. Fear and a genuine worry for his well being gripped at her heart.<br/><br/>She shuddered when he reached for her hand. Juniper might have been innocent, but she saw what the monster wanted in Kuram's eyes.<br/><br/>He was right. It was better than killing and it was better than turning him over to their superiors so they could strap him down in some lap and experiment on him. But she didn't want this. The uncertainty on what to do left her motionless, but tears trickled down her face as her boyfriend grabbed her by the hips and began making quick work of her clothes. Her muscles were tense from the memory of that night, Kuram rutting between her thighs like an animal as she bled. She still felt him there, the hardness of him parting her womanhood to claim her. It was a memory she tried to repress, but as he pinned her against the wall, it came swinging back at her at full force.<br/><br/>They were in the alley again and he was preparing to ravish her.<br/><br/>She clenched her fists, wondering if she ought to hit him, to run to Klause and tell her team what had happened that night. Because the heart was foolish and because she loved him despite it all, she didn't. Instead, Juniper cried silently into the palm he kept pressed against her mouth. "Kuram," she tried to speak against his hand. "Please, just try to fight it." And then she cried because she knew the monster would win.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes then as he pressed his manhood against her stomach. She didn't want to see it happen, not again.