Her growl gurgles in her throat. She looks like a tiny angry cat, cornered and about to unleash a flurry of scratches. He chuckles, low and dark, and removes his thumb from her mouth. He keeps his hand near her mouth, though, and then uses it to smear the blood down her neck and onto her chest, painting her red with his palm and fingers.
"You look like you want to tear my head from my shoulders. Might I remind you that you are the one who came here to me. Not that I could fathom why. Give in to the pain. The more you fight it, the more I will have to do to you."
If she were to cry and grovel, it would be more satisfying. But the way things are going, he will have to do more extreme things to break her.
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Date: 2024-06-24 04:48 am (UTC)"You look like you want to tear my head from my shoulders. Might I remind you that you are the one who came here to me. Not that I could fathom why. Give in to the pain. The more you fight it, the more I will have to do to you."
If she were to cry and grovel, it would be more satisfying. But the way things are going, he will have to do more extreme things to break her.