[ To the reaper's credit, she tries. Lips pressed, her cries are reduced to sharp and desperate noises. Why, she even attempts to swallow down some of them, holding her breath on others. But William already knows precisely how to test her, it seems; even if he hadn't been trying, he drives into her so fully that it might not make a difference. Its wonderful, and as proof of it, she's very quickly losing control of her volume. ]
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