Heather embraced him, her hands caressing his scar-laden back. Her long nails occasionally dug into the few patches of his still intact skin. She kissed him from his neck up to his ears, biting him.
She said to him, "Li Sinian, if it means going to Hell with me, would you be willing?"
He answered without almost any hesitation, "I am willing."
"Before you die, do you want to make love to me?"
"Yes." His voice was nearly hoarse.
Heather's hands slowly slid forward, undoing the metal buckle at his waist, and reached for his already erect part.
His body stiffened.
Heather boldly unlocked his handcuffs, pressed him onto the blood-soaked ground, and pulled down his zipper.
"Since it's Hell, let's go together."
The two of them, in the filthy and damp cell, invaded each other's bodies with abandon.
...
The interrogation ended earlier than usual.
When Heather came out, she too was unusually dirty. Not a spot on her was clean.
