[The sound she makes, the brighthard vibrations of her breaking bones as they travel through his fingers and wrists and up up up into the dark centre of him-- it's a wonderful thing. It makes him laugh (and laugh and laugh) red eyes empty of anything but a fast ascending animal glee and even as her hands snatch out for his face, it doesn't stop.
Instead, he moves to grab her by the wrists, pull back just like she wants him to, but he still has a hold of her as he stands, makes to swing her up and hurl her across the blood-smeared ground.]
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Instead, he moves to grab her by the wrists, pull back just like she wants him to, but he still has a hold of her as he stands, makes to swing her up and hurl her across the blood-smeared ground.]