There's resistance this time; instinctive and primal, her weight shifting to try and yank her arm away even if she knows she cannot. More swears spew from her lips, nonsensical and full of fury because she wants to hit him so fucking bad. Just lay into him with all she has.

But that would hurt Jeritza, and she's doing it for him. For the sake of everyone else so the fucking lunatic doesn't kill someone. Nina breathes like she's run a marathon, sweat beading her brow and dripping down her face to meld with the tears that will not cease. Blood and sweat and tears all splattering onto her bloodied chest, right atop the print left by his hand.