she has to BITE her own lower lip to stifle the wince that’d otherwise sing from bubblegum lips in a muted sigh . to be thrusted against the wall as though she’s nothing more than a rag doll ( to be thrown around the way those men in arkham tossed her , like she was nothing . meant nothing . would amount to nothing . ) , elicits a low growl from the rascal . in that moment she’s eris , goddess of destruction , she’s sharpened nails clutching harder at their grip around the woman’s throat . she’s hissing at the wrist now pinned to the slab behind her , and she has half a mind to throw the entirety of her force into a headbutt to stun her , fracture her nose and escape . but she’s got the edge with asphyxiation so she doesn’t bother . in fact , she doesn’t feel trapped . not yet . so that cheshire grin spidering across her visage is one of seething calm . of a venus fly trap preparing for the first bite of its prey . ❝ well ya fuckin’ should , ‘cause i’m gon’ be your worst fuckin’ NIGHTMARE . ❞ nostrils flare and she glares up at the woman , writhes against the grip on her wrist . and still she’s scolded . scorned . nobody tells rosaline isley-quinzel enough . nobody who’s lived , anyway . ❝ i won’t STOP unless ya somehow make me , so fuck you more . ❞
the burning sensation began to spread from her neck down to her chest.
the usually dormant voice in the back began to hiss and growl at her. survive.
you were built to survive. stop being pathetic and soft. ( it’s the voice of a man
she had forced herself to forget. the man she once considered to be family. the
man who had kept the secret of who she really was to his grave.) a dark chuckle
left her lips, sounding more like a scoff in reality. ❝ you couldn’t possibly compare
to the nightmares i’ve already endured. ❞ hurting innocents and not even recalling
it completely. not being in control of her own body. nothing this blonde could do
would compare to that. ❝ you want me to make you stop? ❞ she challenges, anger
coursing through her veins, poisoning her mind and bringing out a part of her that
she had fought so hard to pull away from. it would be so easy to slam her face forward
and break the blonde’s nose. so fucking easy. but she can’t be that person. not here. not
now. she has to be better. the pain from her neck doesn’t register as much as she pushed
her face forward, moving closer to the blonde’s face. ❝ go ahead make my life even worse
of a hell. just don’t go around saying it’s for the sake of meg fury. at this point you’re just
doing it for yourself.❞ she hissed out.