[He growls, and this time there's no words, he just slams his mouth onto hers. Not caring how she fought him or tried to stop him, even if she caused him pain.
Because when he finally decides to stop kissing her, he's pulled a blade from his belt, and he waves it in front of her face.]
Your heart, my queen, belongs to me. Your thoughts and senses are mine to guide.
[He doesn't give her space to breath really, before the blade is driven straight between ribs, into her heart.
And twists.
Still watching every little breathing, blinking moment of her pain.]
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Because when he finally decides to stop kissing her, he's pulled a blade from his belt, and he waves it in front of her face.]
Your heart, my queen, belongs to me. Your thoughts and senses are mine to guide.
[He doesn't give her space to breath really, before the blade is driven straight between ribs, into her heart.
And twists.
Still watching every little breathing, blinking moment of her pain.]