The Hunter is pressed against a wall by a *fifteen foot tall* skull headed fucking, wolf wendigo thing that they called a *Cleric Beast*. Its howl *eats* at Rebecca's senses, making her eyesight wobble and the world seem to be a mess of colour and screaming shapes. There's a split second of panic as she rams a saw-blade into its hamstring and carves it back and forth, spilling blood everywhere while the Hunter unfurls the whip-cane in a flurry of moving parts and singing blades.

And then the creatures jaws clamp shut over their head. Blood *explodes out*, the top half comes free of the bottom half, and the whip goes limp. The Beast swallows the top half in one horrid gulp, before turning its full attention to Rebecca.

*Sarah. Sarah's waiting, she'll die in the chapel waiting.* Rebecca panics, looking around the bridge, locked black iron gate behind her as she realises she can't flee. The gun is swapped out for the blade, Rebecca tries to bleed on it and fire, but the unrelenting hail of bullets is simply ignored by the massive *thing.* It's not even loping, it's just slowly approaching her. The moon feels like it's laughing at her, and her mind starts to break and tear as she realises that she was going to *die.* Not saving someone she loved, not doing something noble or heroic. She was going to die because she signed a piece of paper and overestimated herself. She should have protected Sarah she should have—

For the first time, Rebecca had frozen during a firefight. She hadn't even noticed the Beast was upon her. There was hope, that the slow movement meant it would leave her alone, or somehow the death would be painless. She was picked up, slammed against the ground multiple times until she dropped the gun off the side of the bridge. Slammed into floor feeling parts of her break and shatter. Slowly but violently, her lungs punctured lungs slowly filling with blood, her eyes fluttering as breath leaves her.

Dying took *way* longer than she thought it would, and then finally, The Cleric Beast gave her the sweet release of a true death, as savage claws and gnawing teeth eviscerated her into a small puddle of viscera.

Something prods her on the shoulder. There's grass tickling at her neck, a scent of nature in the air and music softer than a whisper playing gently through the glade Rebecca's woken up in. The Hunter is standing above her, ringed in light like a spirit.

"Fuck, *Fuck.*" Rebecca says shooting up, looking around. "Where am I? Is this heaven? Where's god? I'll fucking *kill him for this.*" She growled angrily, picking up her sawblade.

"The Hunters Dream, madame, calm and breathe. We are safe here." The hunter says.

Rebecca spat on the ground, "I don't *care* if I'm safe." Her eyes are flicking around trying to find a way out. To find Sarah.

"Time does not flow, this is a place of respite from the Hunt. A place for us Hunters to recover." The Hunter explains calmly.

Rebecca growled again, "I *need* my partner. I don't *care* about rest." She was stomping through the meadow pacing back and forth through a grave yard ranting and raving. When she stops, "And why the fuck is there just a random... The fuck is this?!"

It was a... Doll? A human sized puppet of a woman, with ball joints, and expertly done hair. It sat lifeless, motionless, and didn't say anything. It *felt* weird. Rebecca could feel it around her, just on the edge of her senses, constantly teasing to get her to look. The Doll was wrong.

"She's not awake yet." The hunter states, pulling off the tricorne to reveal the self-same white hair Rebecca saw an hour or two ago. "It'll be some time before she is. Time flows oddly in Yharnam, back and forth, recursive at times. The Beast we fight allows the minutes to tick over, another true hour to pass." The bandanna is pulled down to reveal thin lips, with a scar through the bottom one, as well as a sharp, noblewoman's face, with high cheekbones, thin features and a earring in one ear, glimmering red ruby in it.

"You're a woman." Rebecca said with a nod, "I'll ... Alright champ, lets..."

"Why do you call me that?" She asks curiously, moving up the pathway to a tiny chapel up on top of the hill.

"You said you're a boxing champion." Rebecca shrugs, "And you've not really introduced yourself, and it's *way* too late to ask your name now."

"I'm afraid I don't *really* know my name." She answers with a smile that looks straight out of an oil painting. Slight, demure and modest, fully at odds with the growls, shouts and roars of violence Rebecca got used to hearing out of her just an hour ago. "I've been the Hunter for so long, its replaced it."

Rebecca clasped her fingers together, with her index fingers pointed upwards. She pressed them against her lips with a pained expression. "That's over like... Multiple hunts right?"

"This Hunt has....dragged on. Every time I end it, I come back here, and its harder still." The Hunter admits with an expression of annoyance, slight, demure and elegant still. More like an Asari, but somehow even tighter lipped and controlled.

"*Fuck.*" Rebecca says quietly, "*Fuuuuuuck.*"

"I promise you madame, I *will* figure this out. I'm just missing something. Some part of the puzzle, some insight." She murmurs quietly, sitting at the top of the cobblestone path, breathing in air with a sigh.

Rebecca rubbed her eyes again, sitting in the grass, against a grave stone. Clasping her knees, "Dying sucks *ass.*" She said finally, "We can't tell Shepherd I died." It was all she could think a bout. It was the one family she had left. Lisa had Camlos, Vro would be fine he knew his protegee died doing what she loved. Ras moved on. There was only Shepherd, and *Shepherd* couldn't be allowed to know that Rebecca could die.

"We'll die plenty more times, before this Hunt is through." The Hunter warns, she's not a thin woman, but certainly not bulky like Shepherd and Rebecca. A product of a different time and very different nutrition. "You and I, so long as our wills hold, our minds stay strong, we will return here."

"You might, I'm built different." Rebecca said, cracking her neck and checking her— She dropped the rifle off the bridge. It didn't come with her, it wasn't *of* this place. Of course it wouldn't have come with her. To this fucking *magic land.* She grumbled to herself, *Oh no, biotics aren't magic. Magic isn't real!* Yeah? Well Rebecca had just gotten *fucked* by a fifteen foot borzoi, so what the fuck did anyone else know?

"Do you drink, madame?" The Hunter asks, pulling a bottle of red, blood-scented wine out from...*somewhere.*

"Heavily, and to excess." Rebecca said with a small sigh, "How... You just have things. You just like..."

"You do as well, focus on the mark." She chuckles, "Space and time flows odder still around us. The presence of the Moon shatters much of what is preconceived as normal." The bottle is offered, it smells heady, addictive, like a philter of drug and liquor alike.

She thinks on it for a half a second, then remembered she once sucked on an inhaler she took out of the hands of a rotting corpse. Probably was not the *worst* thing she'd have done to her body. Rebecca gently plucked the bottle, and took a small draught, which grew into a medium chug, then multiple gulps.

Its euphoria in a bottle, liquor barely tasted beneath the haze of blood. Gulped down and settling in her body with a warmth unlike anything else. The whole bottle is finished in one go to an amused chuckle from Hunter, who's produced her own and sips at it much more controlled and self-disciplined. "You'll be getting a little dizzy, and a lot silly soon." She warns.

"I seriously doubt that," Rebecca said as she drains the last dregs of the bottle, sighing. Not wanting to stand up from the gravestone. Still looking up at The Hunter, "Alright, so... Champ, Hunter, or we go *really* nutty with Artemis. You got a preference?"

"Artemis sounds pretty." Artemis nods, "I think my name was pretty like that too." She murmurs, sipping at the bottle, staring out into the sea of what looks like stars outside of this island of dream.

"Goddess of the Hunt. Sworn lesbian of the greeks or some shit." Rebecca said back tapping her omnitool to bring up the boo— *Oh right,* she thought, morosely. *I don't have my books anymore. Or a google search. Just spoken word.*

"I'm uncertain of my interest in women in that way, but a goddess for a name is fine even despite that." Artemis smiles demurely, her eyes glassy and cold, staring out at the stars still.

"I was going to look that part up to make sure, but uh..." Rebecca gestured to the dead bracelette. "No juice."

"Mhmm, a device powered by lightning. I'm familiar with the idea." Artemis says with a knowing nod.

*Oh come on, even she knew the thing needed to be charged?! Come ON.* "Oh cool, good." Rebecca said with a small pout.

"Perhaps when we fight through enough of the monsters, and arrive at the University, we can hope for a lightning storm, to charge it." She offers with a pat on Rebecca's knee, a small gesture of friendliness through gloved hands. small and delicate ones.

*Ah, she half gets it. That's fine.* Rebecca pats the hand back, "So when do I meet the other Hunters?"

"For the duration of this Hunt. I have been the only one still....sane." Artemis sighs, "The rest are hurt, dying or maddened."

"You ... Have been alone." Rebecca says carefully, watching her with worried, and honestly, concerned eyes. "In a never ending loop of violence. For how long?"

"Seventeen full circles now. This is my eighteenth. I'm a little less enthused, I must admit, compared to my first time." A small joke with another demure smile as she looks over to Rebecca's concerned eyes.

Rebecca sucks in a small bit of air, "Oh *god.* Jesus. *That's ... Fucked.*"

"Its my fault, madame Rebecca, I'm missing something. Some solution to the Hunt." She murmurs, sipping at the wine again.

Rebecca puts her hand on Artemis's thigh, "First of all, no. It's *not* your fault. Second of all, you are very polite. I... Look, at least you're not doing it alone now."

"Mhmm, a welcome reprieve. You are a blessing, madame." She returns the touch with gloves on, hand about half the size of Rebecca's. "And, hopefully, you see something I have not."

Rebecca rubbed her eyes, then a tight feeling that is both *uncomfortable,* but somehow comforting. She forgot to put the *other* pelvis back on. She also forgot to put the quad back on, but that was less of a concern. Probably *less disconcerting* to most people. It felt like something that should be more upsetting. People seemed pretty... Attached to their biology. Maybe it was part of her innate need and ease with cyberware. She just *really* liked to tinker with herself. Find the most efficient, most comfortable.

Like many thoughts in Rebecca's life, she brutally executed that last line of thinking with extreme prejudice. Hard suits didn't show... *Wait. It should have regenerated my. uh. Everything.* She looks down, "Um ... Ma'am? Can I ..."

How do you ask this question. Politely. "Can I check to see why I have a cock? I need to take off my pants for a second."

"I suppose." Artemis answers with a light blush and amused expression.

Rebecca stood up, got on the other side of the Gravestone, as to not just be randomly exposing herself. The hard suit had a *lot* of latches and neoprene seams to crawl out of. "Sorry, you get random bits growing in, you worry." She said behind her self as wet squeaks of bloody, sweaty material slides off. Finally she gets to the point where she can *peek down.* She muttered, "What the fuck?"

It was the one she was *most* familiar with she supposed. This was odd. Everything was odd. Good god, did this mean she was Dextro now? Would it still... Self lubricate? Would it still be... Could she still eat human food?

"I am aware, I had to come to grips with many changes as well. Is this a bad one for you?" Artemis asks, still sitting down and with a light blush at the situation. Finding it new, fun and enjoyable.

She wasn't really thinking, as Rebecca was lost in her own thoughts, "No, not at all just—" Then the *admission* snapped her out of her own headspace. "Well. Huh. You just ... I kind of just expected to have the equipment I landed w— Well, I guess I do. I just... Hmmm. It's probably weird that I'm *very* much pleased with this. Well maybe not weird." Rebecca touches the back of her neck, still looking at her own swirled... Piece.

"Its good that the change so far is positive. And hopefully it stays that way." Artemis comforts her with words, "Though, uhm, you may find that this is not a place conducive to such things. The Hunt is demanding at the best of times." She says, "And privacy is rare." She pronounces privacy oddly, *prih-vah-cy*.

"I mean," Rebecca admits, "That part's never bothered me. Ever. Like ever. In fact I kind of have problems with the concept. The only reason I moved is other people get weird when I expose myself" She looks at the suit and then the armor plates. They're all covered in scrapes, and nicks and torn apart.

"Its very true, its rather shocking to see such things unexpectedly. Where you are from must be very, liberated." She chuckles.

Rebecca laughed as she realised the armor was *ruined,* "Yeah, actually. It was one of the best parts about Omega is that everyone was a disgusting little freak. You could just be yourself. What about you?"

"From....what I can remember. I came here for illness." Artemis says, "A terrible sickening thing, it ate at me, rendered me thin, frail and shaky. The blood can cure all disease, and across the sea I came for it." There's a smile, curt and demure on her face at the memory, "I arrived in the city nigh-dead. The man offered me a contract for a transfusion. I'd have been a fool to refuse."

"Offered me the contract to save Shepherd. I considered just stabbing him, but I've been trying to be better about killing people who annoy or threaten me." Rebecca admitted as she made a *hissing angry gasp.* There was the sound of the hard-suit components, now no longer powered and torn to tatters, simply ripping as she tried to step into it. She tried to salvage the rubber metal-composite undersuit, but the more she tugged on it, the more it crumbled, until she was just left with hard plating and a kinetic barrier. "*Fuck.*"

"You're...a tad naked now." Artemis blushes, smirking as she looks away.

Rebecca looks at Artemis, then down again. *She would never go commando under a hard suit again*. That wasn't true, but it felt good to promise it to herself at the time.

"Would you like some clothes madame?" Artemis says, standing up, and pulling her coat off, revealing a tight dress shirt, sinched at the waist, opened at the top, showing the edges of a bra and generous bosom. Tight pants held up by a belt of leather and brass, while heeled boots end off the look.

"Up to you, would it *inspire* you to keep going if I didn't." Rebecca said joking as she took the coat, draping it over herself, glad it reached down to her mid-thighs at least.

"I'm uncertain, perhaps another look'll clarify." Artemis fires back on instinct, well used to flirting in another life, the sort of suave and instant response that only comes from a *life.*

Rebecca was *not* going to let that escalation stand without rebuttal, and opens up the coat, not enough to show, but enough that it now billowed when she walked towards the hunter, putting a familiar sway to her hips. "You can look if you like." She whispered with a mischievous grin, standing within arms reach.

The cold blue eyes flicker with an old and near-foreign interest, filling with light suddenly as something that isn't blood, coiling violence and short, curt conversation appears. "If I *like?*" She murmurs back, letting a gloved, delicate hand reach out, encircling a finger in the belt that keeps her coat from flaring open. "That's very inviting, Rebecca." Artemis whispers, a demure smile stretching onto her face as well-kept features start to actually fall into the smile this time, reaching the eyes and even her breath changes, for once.

"I do my best to be inviting, madame Artemis," Rebecca whispers back, putting her hands on the Hunters shoulders gently. "So *what's it going to be?*" She asks in a breathy, almost silent tone, letting her words slip into the woman's ear.

"*Mhm,* I don't know, madame." Artemis lets her lips hang open, a slight, barely visible invitation, a breath of hot, *hot* air coming out from her blood-fuelled body. There's a *scent* of sweet, euphoric blood in her mouth, and its not got the tinges of alcohol the wine does. Its *just* her, coming off her skin, her mouth, her breath, everything about her tastes and smells and feels *vicious* and *violent* and *bloody.* "*Do you want me?*" She asks with the most *coy* and *teasing* voices ever conceived, hands moving underneath the coat to firmly grasp at Rebecca's rear, *strength* in the grip that could crack open a Krogan.

"I want the *best,*" Rebecca whispered, "So yes." She brought her lips down on Artemis's and let them touch, her tongue teasing forward to taste the blood. Adrenaline somehow both fading and re-surging, two different kinds of energy swapping out. Rebecca tried to be gentle and teasing, but it was clear that Artemis had been in this place for a *long time,* as she moves from tease to play.

She's almost a drug, hooking a leg on Rebecca's side and *lifting* herself up to kiss the other woman deeply as her hands move to wrap around her in a *bone-shaking* hold. Her tongue is quick, experienced and *energetic*, moving and pushing with her haze of flavour and excited lust impossibly fast. Like she's a mirage, a ghost of sensation and need.

*Oh, oh man, the Victorian Era must have ruled,* At this point Rebecca was not just struggling to keep up, but struggling to keep air. Artemis was *definitely* stronger, and faster. Her grip was powerful and held her in place, her lips teased and cut off access to air, while her tongue explored and delighted Rebecca's every sense. Rebecca found her own hands reaching down towards Artemis waist to hold her. Support her the necessary six inches off the ground to meet Rebecca comfortably.

She separates, finally, when the burning in Rebecca's lungs starts to overwhelm senses, greedily staring down with a *cold*, yet *hot* look of desire, "I like this." She murmurs, leaning back forwards, still held in the air to start kissing at Rebecca's jaw, moving down it to lick and then nibble at an earlobe as her hands, now supported by Rebecca otherwise, move to touch between muscles, stroking every inch of her, "*Do you?*" Artemis asks, mostly idly conversing, needing to talk, *wanting* to talk, having been silent for so long.

"I like doing it with *you,*" Rebecca says, realising how *alone* this person must be, "You're pretty, strong, and dangerous. It's *amazing,* why, are you having fun?" She giggled, as she leaned in to nibble on the woman's neck, to give her space to converse, while not feeling like the moment is stopping.

"*Yes.*" Artemis sighs into the touch, the nibbling tease, "I couldn't tell you how much. You'd never believe me." She explains, putting her hand on Rebecca's shoulder to stabilize as the control shifts hands easily.

Rebecca giggles for a moment. Then she moved down to the woman's collar bone, and gently suckled, after a pinch with her teeth. She says, "Well, then I'm *very* lucky to have your attention to myself."

"Maybe," Artemis chuckles elegantly, coming out as a slow, languid noise of enjoyment that vibrates her throat and makes her head loll back, white hair falling out of its tight bun into a cascade down her back, "We'll see how you feel in a bit."

"The Hunt's been very long Rebecca." She says, leaning forwards and hooking her heels behind Rebecca's knees, unbalancing the both of them and forcing Rebecca to fall back on the cobbles, an idle pain that's mostly ignored, "*And I'm ravenous.*" Artemis *growls* out, a pulse of red entering her eyes with the bestial, hungry statement.

Rebecca didn't really *know* what her new biology was like, but *fuck* did it make thinking hard. She put her hand on the woman's back to roll her over, wanting now to *please* more then anything else. The *hot* red eyes making her feel a sense of obeisance, "Then I will try my best to sate you." Artemis and her switched places, as Rebecca moved her hands against the woman's trousers, pulling on them, before remembering that *boots* came off first, and started tugging on those as well. "Just lean back and think of uh... England or something." She muttered.

"*Darling.*" Artemis says with a husky growl to her, staring with the cherry red monstrous eyes into Rebecca's own, "I'm going to be *fully* focused on you." The rumble that escapes her is inhumanly deep and powerful. Her trousers slipping off.

Rebecca giggled with glee, *God I love this.* It was moments like this, with people like this that made the journey worth it, when she met people like Ras, Artemis, and Lisa who wanted *her* attention. Specifcally her. Specifically wanting to focus wholly on her and nothing else. It was an intense sense of desire that made everything more fulfilling. She brought her head down between Artemis's thighs, and helped push through the pure white bush with one hand, making space for her tongue.

Artemis's hands clasp tightly in Rebecca's hair as she growled and hisses, the sounds of pleasure and violence one in the same with her. The grip is tight and a little scary, feeling like it'll hurt if Artemis suddenly moves, bucks or even shifts the wrong way. Hurt a *lot.*

It was *awesome,* she wanted Artemis to feel the way she did with Ras, that uncontrolled "Oh no, she'll let me break her," feeling. She quickly moved short manicured fingers under her chin to accompany the gentle ministrations at the peak of her entrance, both moving in tandem to delight the nerves. Holding her breath for as long as possible, putting a hand on Artemis thigh, pulling her in closely. Only pulling away for a second to say, "You can be rougher than that."

"*So can you.*" Artemis growls back, tightening her grip and *moving* Rebecca back with a groan and a throaty moan of need. Soft skin, marred by brutish scars, not the modern, medically treated ones of Shepherd or Rebecca, but horrible things, broken and disfigured by simple treatment and infection. Pale flesh split by claw marks, toothy bite marks from beasts, cleaver tears, bullet holes and stranger, less natural things besides. She hasn't removed her gloves even as her shirt hangs open, spilling to the sides of her slim waist, muscle careful and elegant.

Rebecca uses a third finger, now feeling the depths of Artemis stretch slightly to accomodate, and tries to be rough and aggressive with her movements. The free hand, digging it's nails into The Hunter causing tiny pinpricks of pain as it scratches at flesh. Her tongue is now moving as fast as she can, and there's a small moment of panic as she feels an almost imperceptible shift.

Artemis's gloved hand clasps over Rebecca's, and in a *violent* clench, shoves the fingers through her flesh, a real *gasp* escaping her as blood pours out from the injury, *hot* and *living* fluid spilling over Rebecca's hand and flowing over her tongue with a sweet euphoria. "*Harder.*" Artemis demands through gritted teeth and a tense body.

*Oh. Like... A lady Camlos.* Rebecca thinks, as she considers, before *chewing* on the woman's hood, letting the bottom of her teeth rub against the clit, a small pinprick of blood firing into her mouth. She hears a ragged gasp, and Rebecca's hand is *forced* inside with an extreme, unkind shove, finding it hard, at first, to move the widest part of it past the entrance. It gives way as Rebecca finds herself now with *much* more of her self to work with to manipulate the insides, while *fear* fills her. The blood is so silky, delicious, and smooth.

Artemis's hands hold onto Rebecca's head with a reckless *force*, leaving bruises wherever they move, fingers brushing painfully every where as she roils and moves in slow arcs against Rebecca's motions, trying to get *more* of her inside. Greedy to push limits, to feel *more* pain, more pleasure. Absolutely uncaring of danger or risk. She'd have to be with her life, with what happened just minutes ago.

"I—" Rebecca tries to get a word in, "I only have one fist." She mutters, trying to keep up with a woman who seemed to not even really want sex as she wanted to be violated. Very quickly, hard because of the *intense* squeezing and grapsing and pushing, Rebecca double checks, "Are you wanting me to *hit* you?"

There's an annoyed *growl* at that, as if it should be obvious, Artemis having lost much of the ladylike behaviour she previously had between the groans and moans and touch.

Rebecca pulls her fist free even as the grapsing becomes *enraged,* "Yes or No. Else I stop." She grabs one of the hands on her head and twists it, worrying as she hears the muscle and bone start to *creak* with the pressure.

Artemis lets off a bestial, inhuman roar, before grabbing herself, taking back control and gritting out, "*Yes, go, tear and bite, rip, bleed me!*" She demands.

That was good enough for Rebecca, and she reached back to give The Hunter a full strength slap across the face to both get her attention, and to acquiesce. "Red. Stop. Yellow. Pause."

Artemis howled out in a small gasp of pain and started to tear at Rebecca with her fingers. Rebecca returned by picking her up off the cobblestone and slamming her down again. Then a second time. Then a third, watching for just a second to make sure she was alright. Only getting an angry "What!?" In response. Rebecca picked her up a fourth time, this time flipping her. Rebecca was getting covered in scratches, each time she pulled the woman away, small tears of herself went with her. Each time huge sprays of blood geysering out in this weird world.

She was getting *tired* of being scratched, and she was also *tired* of losing to people. Rebecca grabbed the hunter's white hair with a fist, curling it around the hand and gripping tight, while her other hand grabbed the hands, and held them against the woman's back. She used her knee to slide The hunter's pelvis upwards, and then slammed home into the blood. Using her control and strength over the woman to *force* her where she wanted to be. Each time ramming herself into The Hunter's bleeding cunt.

It was *hot, aggressive, and honestly terrifying.* For Rebecca, at least, The Hunter like all *depraved submissives* seeming to not care about the Domme's boundaries outside of their needs. A few times even trying to fight harder for the play. Kicking or spitting or biting. It made Rebecca concerned to try and figured out what escalation from this *point would even look like.* As she heard The Hunter angrily yell harder.

*The fuck you mean?!* She wondered, before slamming her head on the ground once. Now mostly to just... Try and keep up. Another *insane* spout of blood informed Rebecca that she had mildly scraped the woman's head. It was *everywhere* blood in this world not sticky, but slick and euphoric. Both their skins now covered in bright red life fluid.

She let go of the woman's hair to grab the other wrist, and forcefully use both of Artemis's hands to act as straps for her body, every time she thrust, also yanking hard on the joints feeling more intense impacts with every blow. It was hard to focus on Artemis's reaction, *and* the intensity need for the request the two fighting at each other, the attempt at safety with the request for danger. What was *worse* is she didn't *have* a limiter. Her own heat, her own sensations while enjoyable were suddenly getting to the point where she'd have to stop, at least for a minute, maybe two, and she didn't *know* what to do after that.

There's not really an *escalation* from thrusting someone's face into cobblestone, once she was spent there wasn't *much more,* in the vein of violence she could do. The motions turned more and more uncontrolled as a building feeling grew, threatening the play while promising ecstasy to Rebecca.

Before her mind can fully catch up with it, she's far past the brink, *exploding* into Artemis with a flood of fluid, feeling a mix of pain, ecstasy and release intermix as the Hunter herself moans breathily, shivering and bloody, coated in the mess of their coupling in a way no other partner has dared be. Rebecca breathes out, finally, allowed to do so by the orgasm fading into the past, euphoria settling in after it.

"Please, uh, tell me I didn't fuck that up." Rebecca gasped, concerned. *Really* concerned that she had left the woman *wanting* after eighteen years of *not having.*

There's a vague response before Artemis fully has a grasp of herself, "No, you're, you were, excellent." She breathes out. "Hah, *I needed that.*" She admits.

"*That's* what you needed?" Rebecca said with a small gasp of relief, "I'm keeping you." She reached down and touched the fluids, tasting it. Sour Apples and blood, odd.

"When you've hunted as long as I have, you develop a peculiar, relationship with pain." Artemis admits, leaning up and breathing out again. Starting to get ready to stand *fast*, recovering like *that.*

"Are— So are you wanting that every time?" Rebecca asks, now feeling like she might be ready for a conversation about *safety.* "Was there anything like... Went too far? Not far enough? For fucks sake woman, I bit your clit off, fisted you, then slammed your skull into cobblestone multiple times. I'm a *little* concerned. It was *scary.*"

"You were a tad soft, I'll admit." Artemis says with a smile, "I....cannot die, really. We wake up here, every time, no matter what." She explains with a look of concern towards Rebecca's reaction.

"That was meant more in a joking way, the swearing I mean, but yeah. I'll... Find a way to try and be harder. Maybe just a brick." Rebecca wonders.

"This is a tad out of character for me, but, well, I've been out of character since the *second time* I woke up here, after believing I had *finished* it." Artemis's annoyed and snappish voice is somehow still quiet and soft, even if it carries what feels like *decades* of anger.

Rebecca was doing math, looking at Artemis skull, "So... Hmmm." She felt challenged by a tad soft, she didn't *like* being told she was being a tad soft. "Are your limits full physical? Could I... Carve shit into you? What's off limits here?"

"Hmm? Certainly, I don't mind, I've had beasts aplenty do the same." Artemis shrugs, "At least this time, its for fun, not frenzy." She chuckles.

Rebecca narrows her eyes around the grave yard. "Okay, I *think* I've got a game plan now." She takes out the saw blade. "You *always* come back here when you die right?"

"My will has not broken in ten thousand deaths. Yes." Artemis answers, looking amused at the saw blade.

Rebecca nods as she holds up the blade with a quiet are of determination. "Are you ... Ready to go again?"

"Of course." Artemis nods, pulling her dress shirt off.

Rebecca brings the blade down on Artemis's legs, removing them entirely