Mary had gasped with pain when he'd bitten down on her fingers, but she didn't even have a chance to consider if she'd lost anything important to his teeth before Lucifer had shoved her down into the sand, his hands crushing her windpipe.
It turned out that although Mary had thought a lot about wanting to die, Lucifer having his hands around her throat was all the encouragement she needed to fight for her life.
She kicked and writhed under him, but Lucifer would not be moved. The blood from his face was dripping down onto hers, half blinding her and fooling her tongue into thinking there was water to be had. She wished she could have slit his disgusting throat and drunk him dry!
But instead Mary couldn't breathe! Instead she was gasping and spluttering, her hands reaching to to try and scratch at his face again.