He is a better man. His blade finds my belly, below my navel, thrust firmly through my skin, through my yielding fat, through my muscle and into my guts and my bladder. My belly uncontrollably clamps down on his blade, convulsing as it sags out around it. He is the better man, and he made me a woman, to his sword.
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