Corr grunted as the wall slammed into her back, the biting ache over her back telling her there would be bruises there in an hour or so. She had no time to think about it, though – when the dagger was snatched from her hand Corr made a panic-driven grab for her second blade to defend herself with if Ruhk thought to slice into her, but her second dagger was out of reach and her sister’s body pressed into hers, stopping her from moving. The mouth on her neck stopped her from fighting for a second, fearful of her twin’s teeth, and that moment of stillness was all it took.<br/><br/>Corr cried out, the wide, blunt pommel stretching her more than she could bear. Her spine arched up, unintentionally pressing her harder against cruel Ruhk, her cries quieting through force of will, not any lessening of the pain. It wouldn’t do for anyone to investigate. She thrashed her head from side-to-side, her hands stiffened to grasping claws that clung to her sister as her own dagger as forced inside of her. Ruhk’s aggressive, seductive babble made more sense to Corr than it would to anyone alive, though she only picked up a half of it. Her hips bucked forwards despite the pain, driving the handle deeper, wanting to give Ruhk what she craved, what they<em>both </em>craved.<br/>