[ She breathes out hard when he continues servicing her breast. It had been tempting to cut both of them, but what rational part of her brain remained thankfully convinced her not to. One scar would be easier to explain than two. And now, she had something that'd always remind her of him. Just in case they had to be apart again.

Despite her brief worry over word choice, she strokes his head lovingly. One final kindness before she returns to hurting him. ]

Then I'll have to choke you now. Do you know how close I've been? How desperate I've been for you?

[ In one fluid motion, she simultaneously sits up and pushes his cock fully in while also wrapping her hands around his neck. Her fingers slot there perfectly, guided by the bruises that had formed earlier, hiding under all the blood. He's already so broken. How could she possibly break him further?

With another moan, she pulls on his neck, aiming to force him upright so they can easily stare into each other's eyes while she rides him at a speed that's immediately fast and intense. They could make passionate love, like lovers do. ]

And maybe I can answer the question... [ Her hands squeeze harder as she pushes him so deeply, it's almost as if she's aiming to get him beyond her core again. ] Would you die for me, Soundwave?

[ She wouldn't do it, but the thought of it? She can have that, safely tucked away inside of her mind. There, she could safely accept that brief realization she'd had while they were climbing stairs before. It's true. It'd get her off. Nothing could be better than a suffering so absolute, destruction so beautiful and powerful. ]