[The Condesce bites back a shriek of pain as his nails threaten to snap delicate cartilage, though she is unable to curb the flinch or the shudder that ripples through her muscles as she continues to try and twist away.
She twists her head to try and sink her rows of teeth into his arm, even as her eyes well up lightly with tyrian hued tears. If she can manage this manuever, it'll totally be worth it.
Her other hand finally releases his throat to grab at the wrist punching her in the face. STOP, SHE'S GOING TO BRUISE.]
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She twists her head to try and sink her rows of teeth into his arm, even as her eyes well up lightly with tyrian hued tears. If she can manage this manuever, it'll totally be worth it.
Her other hand finally releases his throat to grab at the wrist punching her in the face. STOP, SHE'S GOING TO BRUISE.]