[ maybe she would. maybe she would rather die than belong to him. for all that she had fought in life to preserve her own survival at all costs, that sense had dwindled since waking up here. what's the point in resisting? what does she have left to live for? there are no kuruko. there is no revenge. the people who had destroyed her clan are dead.
yet she isn't ready for it. if she, suddenly, finds herself attached again to the idea of a life, is that her feeling or his? ]
You won't. You don't want to kill me either.
[ she gropes up for his face, tries to press her fingers into the little cavities, the soft spots. anything to force him to loosen his grip. but the reality is that she's weakened already, dazed by her illness, and the uncomfortable angle of her arm means she cannot find anything of use. only the curve of his jaw, the slope of his nose.
another slew of coughs. this time, it presses her throat into the blade, jostles her so that it cuts through flesh, just enough for her skin to feel cold and blood to come forth. enough to make his point.
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yet she isn't ready for it. if she, suddenly, finds herself attached again to the idea of a life, is that her feeling or his? ]
You won't. You don't want to kill me either.
[ she gropes up for his face, tries to press her fingers into the little cavities, the soft spots. anything to force him to loosen his grip. but the reality is that she's weakened already, dazed by her illness, and the uncomfortable angle of her arm means she cannot find anything of use. only the curve of his jaw, the slope of his nose.
another slew of coughs. this time, it presses her throat into the blade, jostles her so that it cuts through flesh, just enough for her skin to feel cold and blood to come forth. enough to make his point.
would it be so bad? to belong to someone? ]