He couldn't pound at this angle, not the way he had before. However, he could never the less go in for a strange, surreal tightness he'd never felt before. The palm of her ruined hand pressed up against her own throat as she was effectively forced to stare up at him. With each motion, he strained more and more on her other arm, to the point where it popped out of socket.

That dislocation was far from the end of it. It became painfully obvious he wouldn't have the raw power to simply rip it out, but as he thrust in, he took hold of his pistol and hovered it over her arm, right where she could see it, just at the corner. He filled the chamber once again, setting it to the cleft of her elbow and pointing down.

No words, no warning this time. The trigger was pulled as she felt his seed practically filling into her stomach. Now, it would likely rip apart very easily... what with the sundered bone in the hole.