[ It's grit through teeth, forcing herself against those walls - if only because she doesn't know how to do otherwise. Hold, hold, and hold again. Her fingers gripped hard to a lion's throat.
But nothing quiets the scream of Elena, the desperation, it works its way under her skin, works her way in, and strange, she things, to feel the opposite side to this. To feel that fear of herself, that curl away.
A different woman might have some regret for that. But she'd stopped apologizing far too long ago to feel anything other than flat satisfaction. ]
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[ It's grit through teeth, forcing herself against those walls - if only because she doesn't know how to do otherwise. Hold, hold, and hold again. Her fingers gripped hard to a lion's throat.
But nothing quiets the scream of Elena, the desperation, it works its way under her skin, works her way in, and strange, she things, to feel the opposite side to this. To feel that fear of herself, that curl away.
A different woman might have some regret for that. But she'd stopped apologizing far too long ago to feel anything other than flat satisfaction. ]
She needs to die. So does every one of her kind.