[There is a part of her that wants to cut him off - to beat him until he's black and blue and can't talk anymore. But she waits. She waits, because the angrier she gets, the angrier her makes her, the better it will feel when she finally does kill him.
When he's finished talking, she doesn't hesitate.
She surges forward, nailbat in hand, and smacks him hard across his face, catching the skin of his cheek with the nails and raking it across as roughly as she can. Her strikes are vicious and brutal, and she pays no mind to the blood that she is no doubt getting everywhere.
...there's something deeply unsatisfying about a victim who doesn't fight back. There's no thrill, no challenge. Making Rhys suffer is fine, but she's getting bored.
Finally, she knocks him to the ground and straddles his chest to keep him in place, and brings the nailbat to his neck.]
Whatever you're hoping to find there? I hope you don't get it.
[She brings the bat down over and over again to crush his windpipe and leaves his throat cut open and raw. She's sure it's only a matter of time - if asphyxiation doesn't kill him, the blood loss will. Then she gets up and walks over to the door, calmly brushing off her clothing and smearing blood on it.
Once he dies and the door opens, she'll drop the bat and step right on out.]
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When he's finished talking, she doesn't hesitate.
She surges forward, nailbat in hand, and smacks him hard across his face, catching the skin of his cheek with the nails and raking it across as roughly as she can. Her strikes are vicious and brutal, and she pays no mind to the blood that she is no doubt getting everywhere.
...there's something deeply unsatisfying about a victim who doesn't fight back. There's no thrill, no challenge. Making Rhys suffer is fine, but she's getting bored.
Finally, she knocks him to the ground and straddles his chest to keep him in place, and brings the nailbat to his neck.]
Whatever you're hoping to find there? I hope you don't get it.
[She brings the bat down over and over again to crush his windpipe and leaves his throat cut open and raw. She's sure it's only a matter of time - if asphyxiation doesn't kill him, the blood loss will. Then she gets up and walks over to the door, calmly brushing off her clothing and smearing blood on it.
Once he dies and the door opens, she'll drop the bat and step right on out.]