Spark
Spark. Spark. Spark.
A shock burns his cock with every thrust. Willow's doing, no doubt: chastening revenge on Spike, on men in general with their devices and desires. Giles knows that he deserves it just as much; his devices equally vain, an offence.
What circuits tripped, ripped, crossed, tossed, will make this fabrication into Buffy; capture the true spark of her?
None.
Fuck all.
So fuck this, this doll that can simulate only her absence, cover their pretence; falsely script her meek obedience; understudy a role she never played for him. The only truth here is punishment.
Spark. Spark. Spark.