Jon deserves to have some reality defying sex with the physical embodiment of trauma. Okay. And he deserves to get a little dumb from it and forget everything except how good and painful it is and not even knowing what’s real when it’s all so much and so big and it’s so easy to just crumble and succumb to the sweet overwhelming horror because he knows helen won’t break him for good, because that’s no fun. Helen is a liar and a monster but he’s hers and she wants to keep him around even if only tk torment. Her little toy <3 normal
Doesnt know what’s real or what’s happening but Helen’s voice feels like it’s twisting deep inside of his bones and he never wants this to end. He’s drunk on fear and hunger and her hands claw at his back and he doesnt remember to worry about it when it feels so good and she’ll fix him up after , because he’s her favorite plaything and she loves him in the only way a creature like her knows how and he loves her in the only way a creature like him knows how. So they let each other rip each other to shreds and begs please put me back together, please be awful with me, I don’t have anything else, could we get worse together? I’m thinking