Her leg's still firm in his grip, and he doesn't back off. He leans in. There's a sharp gasp when that hand plants behind her head, a bitten back yelp. She's shrunk, slid down the wall by another two inches, just to keep the illusion of distance as he crowds her. It's foolish to slump further, cowardly to flinch away, but Toko can't help it.
She's been close to death before. But never like this.]
I...I-I...
[There's no getting around it, is there? It was one thing to debate switching earlier, when there was the element of surprise and no hands on her. Now? The odds of Jill pulling a daring escape are slipping down to zero. Worse, she'd probably do something reckless, piss him off enough to snap her neck where she sits. He likes the taste of blood and his favour flips at the turn of a hat, and Jill's still a loose cannon on her best behaviour. Toko might never wake up again.
Then again, he could get impatient with her and kill her anyway. Or threaten someone else at the bar. He could start snapping her fingers off, or grow another monstrous mouth and take a chunk out of her, or — this is why she hates fantasy! Horror! Sci-fi! Shounen manga! The possibilities are endless and the odds are never, never, never in the common folk's favour! Toko was never meant to meet an abomination like this! How can she possibly survive in a world with no tether to reality?
She winces. Another tear leaks loose, but she reaches for her hair. Not to pull. To draw the tip one loose lock to her nose. She tickles it against the end.]
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Her leg's still firm in his grip, and he doesn't back off. He leans in. There's a sharp gasp when that hand plants behind her head, a bitten back yelp. She's shrunk, slid down the wall by another two inches, just to keep the illusion of distance as he crowds her. It's foolish to slump further, cowardly to flinch away, but Toko can't help it.
She's been close to death before. But never like this.]
I...I-I...
[There's no getting around it, is there? It was one thing to debate switching earlier, when there was the element of surprise and no hands on her. Now? The odds of Jill pulling a daring escape are slipping down to zero. Worse, she'd probably do something reckless, piss him off enough to snap her neck where she sits. He likes the taste of blood and his favour flips at the turn of a hat, and Jill's still a loose cannon on her best behaviour. Toko might never wake up again.
Then again, he could get impatient with her and kill her anyway. Or threaten someone else at the bar. He could start snapping her fingers off, or grow another monstrous mouth and take a chunk out of her, or — this is why she hates fantasy! Horror! Sci-fi! Shounen manga! The possibilities are endless and the odds are never, never, never in the common folk's favour! Toko was never meant to meet an abomination like this! How can she possibly survive in a world with no tether to reality?
She winces. Another tear leaks loose, but she reaches for her hair. Not to pull. To draw the tip one loose lock to her nose. She tickles it against the end.]