Showers always found the marks he thought he’d forgotten about. Scratches, bites, bruises, they all added up. Before he ended up with Vixen he never really thought about abusive relationships, least of all that he’d end up in one. Sex is a weapon to her. She used it to draw him in and make him fall deeply in lust for her, but now it was a punishment at the same time. Rough didn’t begin to describe it, she enjoyed causing him pain. She’d broken ribs before, concussion was common, and hell drawing blood was just foreplay to her. He was trapped in an abusive cycle of sex and crime. Together they were a great team, robbing high security jobs all across the verse and success was always rewarded with good times. And she could make him feel real good. But failures lead to violent angry sex. Where she wanted to hurt and him and she wanted him to enjoy it. Wisp knew he was stuck in a bad place and part of him wanted to get the hell away from it, but another part wasn’t ready to go. Part of him loved her and part of him hated her.

He stood in the shower inspecting the fresh injuries. They’d been on a job to break into a business mans safe but the intelligence had been wrong. Just as he was breaking the safe a detail of guards appeared that they had no idea about. A secret trip had been triggered leaving them well up the creak. Luckily the two of them had managed to get out but he knew what was coming. The shower water turned red as it passed over his back. He winced as hot water ran through the deep gouges left by her nails and teeth. His chest bruises ranging from old yellows to fresh purples from her games. She was outside getting ready for the meeting with the client. He could tell that Vixen was going to kill the man who’d given them the job; she often did that. If she didn’t agree with a price or if things hadn’t gone as planned or if she simply felt they weren’t appreciative enough she’d kill them.

That was another thing Wisp hated about her. She had no respect for life. She took as much notice shooting an in