<span style="font-style: italic">"I didn't plan on it."</span><br/><br/>Tim's soft words followed Santi down into his stomach as she slid inside.  Frightened, turned on, and angry, but mostly just dazed, her mind had trouble registering the words.  What hadn't he planned on?  As she felt the stomach walls tightening around her --- dear gods, she hated herself for her body's reaction to that --- she wondered if he was answering her last words, or the ones she'd barely had time to speak before...<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>had happened.  Had he not planned on her forgiving him... or had he not planned on killing Sam?  Either, and both, were horrible regardless.<br/><br/>He didn't plan on her ever forgiving him.  So he never planned to let her out, that<span style="font-style: italic">had </span>to be what that meant.  It didn't matter if a dead person forgave him or not...!<br/><br/>She squirmed, but his stomach tightened more and more.  She quivered and jerked within him, unable to move, feeling his body oozing stinking sour juices, feeling her skin already beginning to tingle, feeling... air.  She could breathe...? The evil bastard!  He was going to make her suffering last!<br/><br/>Part of her was thrilled, somehow.  The part of her that enjoyed bondage, and pain, and being helpless, was loving this entire situation... the fact that he had taken her by force, and was restraining her utterly, and that she was about to perish slowly and in pain.  The rest of her, however, was terrified of death, and horrified that he had betrayed her, and that he had murdered Sam after the man had saved both their lives.  She regretted, at that moment, that she had saved Shari... and in anger and hatred decided that if by some miracle she escaped this she would kill that girl.  Just to hurt him... to punish him for this betrayal.<br/><br/>"So much... for your word!"  She gasped at him.  He was letting her have air?  She was going to use it, damn him.  "<span style="font-style: italic">'You know what, I'm never gonna do it again, and you'll see, you'll realize we're like brother and sister!'</span>"  She threw his own words from on the street earlier back at him, imitating his tone at the time, mocking him.  "<span style="font-style: italic">'For this I'll lay down my life for you in gratitude,'</span>" she added, his grateful words in the chopper, words she had known even then were lies.  "You're nothing but a liar!  I hope Shari dies!  Maybe when<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>die<span style="font-style: italic">she</span>will!"<br/><br/>She panted, still having plenty of air but feeling... feeling wrong now.  Talking seemed to be getting hard, even though she had air.  "You even... killed... Sam...!  After... he... saved..." she couldn't talk anymore.  Her skin was numb... her lips were numb... her entire body was numb, as though paralyzed by poison, a thought she decided was appropriate.  She couldn't even feel him compressing her body anymore... she resented it.  Now she couldn't even feel the sensations as she died.<br/><br/>She was conscious through the whole thing.  She couldn't tell how much time was passing, because she couldn't see anything anymore, but she was aware of what was happening.  It was odd, really; she couldn't feel anything, but she could somehow feel it as her body began to come apart... feel herself getting compressed, crushed into a smaller and smaller form.  Still she could think, and she began to wonder how long it would be before she finally passed into the oblivion of death...<br/><br/>Again a voice at the back of her mind suggested that maybe, just maybe, Tim had been telling the truth, and that she would live on within him in some form.  She would be inside him, screaming insults into his mind for the rest of his life... if she could so it, she swore she would.  She would make his existence Hell on earth...<br/><br/>Suddenly the situation changed.  She wasn't compressed anymore... she couldn't really feel, she was numb, but somehow she knew she was moving inside him... going deeper.  She tried very hard not to think of what that meant she would end up as, even as she distantly realized at this point she shouldn't be able to think.  But maybe her Healing powers were the only thing keeping her conscious somehow?  Maybe Tim would be in for a surprise some time after disposing of his victim, she thought with grim anticipation.  Of course killing him would be tough, but if she killed Shari that would be some revenge... against him, and against the ones that had made all this happen.  Cytco...<br/><br/>Then she came to a stop, and settled somehow... and then came yet another shock.<br/><br/>(How do you feel?)<br/><br/>She was stunned enough not to reply immediately... but the anger, the betrayal surged back immediately upon hearing Tim's voice in her mind.<span style="font-style: italic">I HATE you,</span>she thought back, meaning it.<span style="font-style: italic">For this, I'll go kill Shari the second I escape you!</span>And Santi, quiet, submissive Santi, meant that as well.  She would maybe reconsider if by some miracle she really did escape him, but at the moment there wasn't a doubt in her mind.  Not a single one.<br/><br/>Rage and betrayal surged through her, and suddenly Santi tried something she had never before considered doing.<br/><br/>Instead of meekly submitting to this anymore, as she usually submitted to everything, and only speaking but never acting, she suddenly found the will to be defiant.  With anger fueling her, she tried to<span style="font-style: italic">Will</span>her powers to work... tried to<span style="font-style: italic">control </span>her healing, and to<span style="font-style: italic">force </span>it.  Willed whatever was inside her to act, and to<span style="font-style: italic">fight</span>whatever was inside Tim.