She did; for a split second as her feet left the ground all the hatred transferred straight to Asher. He was bruising her fucking pride a lot more than any of the wounds were hurting her.
"Put me the fuck down!" Her stature was hardly an advantage when she started kicking but futility and fatigue meant it didn't last long. Threats were all she had left. "I swear to God, if you don't kill him I'll do it myself," she glared, very real fury in her eyes, "and then I'll come back and shoot you." It didn't matter that they both knew the second part wasn't true; it felt good to say.
The red light was still on the camcorder when she deposited it between them. She dropped her head into a hand, only then noticing how big the tear was in her dress, and the scratches and shallow grazes along her stomach. She touched one, brought back blood and grit on her finger, and held her head again, feeling for perhaps the first time in her life genuine shame and embarrassment in public. It made her sick.
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"Put me the fuck down!" Her stature was hardly an advantage when she started kicking but futility and fatigue meant it didn't last long. Threats were all she had left. "I swear to God, if you don't kill him I'll do it myself," she glared, very real fury in her eyes, "and then I'll come back and shoot you." It didn't matter that they both knew the second part wasn't true; it felt good to say.
The red light was still on the camcorder when she deposited it between them. She dropped her head into a hand, only then noticing how big the tear was in her dress, and the scratches and shallow grazes along her stomach. She touched one, brought back blood and grit on her finger, and held her head again, feeling for perhaps the first time in her life genuine shame and embarrassment in public. It made her sick.