Re: Carnival Trailer: Sam & Meredith
It wasn't stopping. Meredith tried to push her away, to get a knee up between them, an elbow, anything to stop the flailing hands and grabbing fists, but it just kept coming. There were words, yeah, but they were barely heard, not with the roar of anger that filled Sam and trickled down and into her, particularly bright and potent with the physical contact that was happening.
Instead of fighting back, Meredith simply concentrated on trying to cover her face, her eyes, arms up in front of her to guard, fingers at the top of her head. It hurt- the blows, the words, the thoughts, and deep down, Meredith knew it was all true. It was a brand upon her, deep enough to leave a mark upon her very soul (for as long as she had it, that is), so what use was there in fighting back? She deserved this, she deserved worse, so she guarded and she cowered, but she didn't fight back.