What does that mean, the fic is over? ARG! XD This was SO good, I loved the banter and the utter Willow-ness of it, really perfect. And the ending, just... yum. x3 Really, really nice piece you got here.

I liked this very much. It was funny in a dark twisted kind of way but still very er 'wow' lol. Great fic keep it up babe!

**gasps, gargles, died** OVER??!!

Hehe, so many good lines.
Did they make this blindfold itchy on *purpose*?
Of course they did, she decided. Great. Not just evil, then - petty evil. The kind of evil that would sneak into your house, kill your loved ones, and still take the time to short sheet your bed and remove all of the clean towels from the bathroom. They'd probably take the guest soaps too, the bastards
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"I hope they show up soon. I'm much much better at arguing my way out of things when I'm not unconscious," Willow said. "And also, I'd like to know what kind of doom I'm in for."
"What?" the voice said in a squeaky tone. "What... *What*?"
"You know," Willow said airily, waving a metaphorical hand, (her actual hands being both securely tied and largely numb at this point), "what kind of nasty sharp death trap I'll wake up in, and what are its positive aspects. Like, if it's fire demons? I can expect some kind of ironic human marshmallow set-up, but hey- warm! It's like the glass half full, half-empty deal, but with death. See?"
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"What, recreationally?" Willow asked, "because I've met a few incarnations of death, and that's a hunt I wouldn't like to be a part of. Not to mention the actual meal, because let's face it, how many ways can you cook bone? And then there's, um -"
"It's not literal," Ginny said quickly when Willow paused for a breath.
"Just a name, then? Like, they could have been the 'Death Smokers' or the 'We Punch Life in the Head Gang' or something like that?"
"I... guess so, yes," Ginny said.
Petty, *pretentious* evil, Willow thought. Terrific.
"Look," Willow said, "no disrespect meant, but I'm losing a lot of blood here and I've heard this kind of thing before. So if you have any long speeches or evil flirting to do, could you do it after I pass out?"
"Oh, me too!" Ginny said, sounding hopeful, "I'm not going to pass out, but you could *knock* me out. Hit me on the head, that always works for Harry."
"Really?" Willow said with interest, "My friend Buffy swears by the back of the neck."
"Not good in the long run - you can develop neck problems. But with the head, you can use charms to-"
"Enough!" Tom said, and it really was quite impressive how he managed to hiss a word with no 's's in it. Willow could hear the word in her mind long after the sound had died away, and had to make a conscious effort to keep from shivering.
"I'm not of the dark," she said as firmly as she could with her head spinning from pain and magic, "I've just been there. I've been lots of places. I've been to Toledo, but that doesn't make me a creature of Toledo, does it? No."
"I'm really more of an auburn," she said, her voice hoarse.
He laughed. "Oh, I think you'll be a redhead for me," he said, and Willow had the unpleasant feeling that he wasn't talking about buying her a new box of Loreal's Crimson Sunrise, available at drug stores everywhere.
Although it is rather nasty of you to leave us wondering how they get out of the dungeonand what they do next and all. But I suppose one can't complain.

the end? but this was soo good. i want more!

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I love you so much. This fic rocks. Seriously. Funny, has my two favorite characters from their fandoms (and the two cutes) getting TOGETHER, and it has some Ginny/Tom, which is a huge fetish of mine. Yay!