[ he should barely be able to react, to move, to vocalize, but he's not human so--he groans, watching her with lidded eyes as she works his intestines free, chest heaving with an unnecessary breath as the pain sears through him. ]
Leave the heart.
[ it's rough, throaty, and it's the only order he's going to give, the only thing he's going to enforce. it wouldn't kill him, but it would incapacitate him long enough that he couldn't enjoy the moment any longer and he doesn't want that.
she's yanking his arm out of its socket and it pops free with a sickening crunch. he practically moans, head pressing back into the cushions and eyelids fluttering. he wants to drink in her viciousness, take it in for himself. they're both getting a catharsis from this, and when he grasps her hand and draws it up to his throat, it's a pointed gesture. ]
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Leave the heart.
[ it's rough, throaty, and it's the only order he's going to give, the only thing he's going to enforce. it wouldn't kill him, but it would incapacitate him long enough that he couldn't enjoy the moment any longer and he doesn't want that.
she's yanking his arm out of its socket and it pops free with a sickening crunch. he practically moans, head pressing back into the cushions and eyelids fluttering. he wants to drink in her viciousness, take it in for himself. they're both getting a catharsis from this, and when he grasps her hand and draws it up to his throat, it's a pointed gesture. ]