[It's all thin whines and strained whimpers now, her breath too short and hitching to sustain further screams, the noise in her throat high and wriggling. She pants, so shallow, trembles, wants more than anything for him to save her.
Almost anything.
She doesn't beg, any more. She doesn't struggle. She's a mess, physically and mentally - just like Abigail only yesterday, wrecked but unprotesting, not even bothering to beg in the argument over her own torment. Unlike Abigail, Anya can't quite meet his eyes.]
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Date: 2013-10-27 11:56 pm (UTC)Almost anything.
She doesn't beg, any more. She doesn't struggle. She's a mess, physically and mentally - just like Abigail only yesterday, wrecked but unprotesting, not even bothering to beg in the argument over her own torment. Unlike Abigail, Anya can't quite meet his eyes.]