The hand that pulled her up and gripped her neck brough tears of terror to Morana's eyes, and even when was realeased, they didn't disappear, they continued flowing in small streams down her cheeks she she stared at Sal, unable to look away, still until petrified about what he could possibly want with her.
She had done him no harm, but even in her naivety Moran quickly recognised she didn't need to. Sal was one of those people who didn't need justification for what they did; they simply enjoy the pain of others, and that became even more aparent whe she felt his hand on her face.
She fliched at the touch, but was sent reeling by the slap, her whole body almost toppling sideways. She kept on her feet, but barely, her own hand going immediately to touch the side of her face, now stinging and turning a rosy red. She bit her lip to hold back the sob as she tried to straighten herself and recover from the blow, almost not quite believing what just happened.