Re: Elevator: Inside [Increasing violence]
His writhe forced him against her, and she gasped and groaned at the combination of the sharp sting in her arm, the scent of her own blood in the close space, the press of his body. "Yes," she whispered, rutting forward with her hips angled against his. She gasped again and barely listened to his hopeful explanation, her low laugh stuttering up again.
"I will destroy you?" The repetition was sweet on her tongue, intrigued, her fingers turning, clenching, crumpling the paper in a fist that continued to tighten. "Tell me more. What would you give if I were to stop?" She stopped the tearing, but the paper grew more damaged with the creases she laid into it, fingers pressing grime and filth into the folds.
"You think I want your forgiveness? You think I do this so I can be forgiven?" Her voice went suddenly sharp, her hand jerking at the handful of paper hard enough to yank at where it connected to his back. Her eyes snapped dark and glittered, madness behind them. "You think there is anything in me worth forgiving?" The madness translated into the jagged laughter that spilled out. "Forgiveness."