Date: 2011-10-02 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] echolls-cursed.livejournal.com
Logan went quiet, hating that Jack was right- and suddenly hating this game.

He swallowed hard again, and ducked his head, his skin flushed and his mouth set in a hard line.

"I don't want to do this anymore," he said simply.

He provoked this. He liked this. His games. His dreams. Jack was right, it was all him, and he was fucked up.

"I'm your bitch, I'm whatever, untie me."
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