Re: Elevator: Inside [Increasing violence]
His retalliation of nail into flesh wasn't as much as she might have wanted, but it was something, and the sting of it made her purse her lips at him, nearly a kiss to the air. Yes, it was better when he fought. And for a moment, she thought that might be the best she could expect. But then the sound he made. The wail earned a noise from her in response, the sort of sound that even feral women make when their pleasure is simply too much to keep contained. She stood close, sharing his panting breaths with her own, taking his air for her lungs. She wanted to press even closer, to indulge the physical ache that he'd sparked just with his sounds and his scent.
One finger through the paper, and she hooked it into a wicked curve, drawing downward in an easy, slow progression. It wasn't just about the destruction, it was about his reaction to it. She ignored his prayers, speaking over them, close enough that words traveled to his ear with barely a thought between. "Why? What makes them so important to you. Tell me." There was an offering of hope - if he told her, maybe she would stop. Until he did, she continued to pull, the hole lengthening, a torn oval in the flimsy material. "Tell me, my pretty prey."