[ Even under its grip, he writhes enough to catch himself on the glass and bleed. She thinks of animals she's caught in traps before, so frantic to escape that they tear themselves to shreds in their attempts. Vince reminds it of one of those animals, squirming and crying for freedom but what he wants isn't an escape.
Well. Not that sort, at least.
She could give it to him now, easily. All it would take is letting go of his hair so he could drive his throat into the glass. Its whole arm shakes with the need to do it but with one last sharp breath inwards, it manages to grab the reigns again.
Casually as anyone would toss aside garbage, it throws away the remains of the bottle. It shatters across the floor out of reach to both of them. ]
Has anyone ever told you that you have a remarkably foul vocabulary?
continued cw as above, suicidal ideation, animal injury. christ.
Well. Not that sort, at least.
She could give it to him now, easily. All it would take is letting go of his hair so he could drive his throat into the glass. Its whole arm shakes with the need to do it but with one last sharp breath inwards, it manages to grab the reigns again.
Casually as anyone would toss aside garbage, it throws away the remains of the bottle. It shatters across the floor out of reach to both of them. ]
Has anyone ever told you that you have a remarkably foul vocabulary?