[ She doesn't see it happening, of course, how the fuck could she, she is standing with her back to him, but fuck, fuck, does she feel it. His hand closes around her wrist, fingers digging in so hard that she can practically hear her bones crushing together in his grip. Alexa yelps, halfway screams and crumbles to her knees, the empty glass clattering where it hits the ground and spins around its own axis a couple of times. She whimpers, even though she tries not to, she can't help it, it fucking hurts. He's fucking hurting her and did she not say he was the violent psychopath type? Props to her for being so fucking observant and for being right... Props to her, props...
Holy shit. Tears are running down her cheeks silently while she twists against his legs in an attempt to relieve the pressure, the pain. Her head is in crotch-height and if she were to turn her head, she'd be looking like a fucking sexualized commercial, wouldn't she? Well, fuck that and fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!
Ouch.
When she finally draws in enough air to speak, she manages to wheeze out a weak - ]
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Holy shit. Tears are running down her cheeks silently while she twists against his legs in an attempt to relieve the pressure, the pain. Her head is in crotch-height and if she were to turn her head, she'd be looking like a fucking sexualized commercial, wouldn't she? Well, fuck that and fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!
Ouch.
When she finally draws in enough air to speak, she manages to wheeze out a weak - ]
Let go of me, psycho!