[ She goes down hard, scrambling, desperately underneath him. Bucking sharply, trying to push his body with her own. But he's heavy, inhumanly strong. That it's not enough with the angle of her hips and knees to get there.
Nothing that would ever come from her mouth, but that scream as she feels his teeth sink into her flesh is guttural with rage as she no long cares what comes of it, not fear, but sheer rejection of ever allowing herself to be fed upon.Tthe blade in her hand comes down and messily, like butchering meat she stabs it into the back of his shoulder. Over and over again, trying to weaken his hold, even as she feels the blood loss make each strike weaker and weaker - no, no she will not die here. Not here, not to him, not now. Not on her back, not where she ashes cannot be put in the river, not where her soul might be so far from finding her son and husband ever again.
She cannot, she will not, she will fight it to her last, and the blade stabs in again. ]
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Nothing that would ever come from her mouth, but that scream as she feels his teeth sink into her flesh is guttural with rage as she no long cares what comes of it, not fear, but sheer rejection of ever allowing herself to be fed upon.Tthe blade in her hand comes down and messily, like butchering meat she stabs it into the back of his shoulder. Over and over again, trying to weaken his hold, even as she feels the blood loss make each strike weaker and weaker - no, no she will not die here. Not here, not to him, not now. Not on her back, not where she ashes cannot be put in the river, not where her soul might be so far from finding her son and husband ever again.
She cannot, she will not, she will fight it to her last, and the blade stabs in again. ]