She blocked the blow for him. The sound of iron tools falling on her back was muffled in the moonlight, and he remembered it for ten years.
Then she left. He took off the red rope at the end of her hair, held it in his palm, and spent every late night reading her name. It's not a memory, it's a life again - every time I think about her tense back when she blocked his stick that night, and then she was kissed by him inch by inch in her dream. He had measured the small mole on her collarbone countless times with his hands, and found it at an unreachable distance.
She returns after many years. He pushed her against the wall, dug his knees between her legs, lowered his head and bit the side of her neck, with a force that was somewhere between confirmation and possession: "The stick you blocked for him - I have used it for ten years, and I have never forgotten it for a moment. I will feel the old mark you left again every night. Every inch of skin you touch is hot for you."
She said: "You can't let me go."
He didn't answer. He put her hand on his waist: "Feel it and see if it can let you go."
She took the spanking for him. He gave her back his body for ten years.
Intention: To cross is to cross others and to cross oneself; to be locked is to do it willingly, or to use one's body to pay one's debts.