[His hand slips over the wet metal, releasing that dangerous arm all too easily. It's at his throat faster than he can stop it, and he's left to react, gasping for air and clawing at her inhuman limb.
Through one eye, he takes in that petite figure - small and sporty, now disfigured. It's maddening, not being able to believe what he's seeing, not being able to believe that the vice grip on his neck is real. But it's going to kill him if it doesn't let up.
Raspy, chopped up syllables escape his lips in protest. He can barely understand what she's telling him, let alone respond to it. Finally, he shakes his head, as much as he's able.
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Through one eye, he takes in that petite figure - small and sporty, now disfigured. It's maddening, not being able to believe what he's seeing, not being able to believe that the vice grip on his neck is real. But it's going to kill him if it doesn't let up.
Raspy, chopped up syllables escape his lips in protest. He can barely understand what she's telling him, let alone respond to it. Finally, he shakes his head, as much as he's able.
Let go, let go, LET GO!]