Before she can react, his hand's against her throat and she's falling backward. She gasps as she hits the ground, her eyes filling with tears and she tries not to panic.
The pressure of his hand and the look in his eyes is reminding her of events she's locked away for a long time.
As her body realizes it can't get air into her lungs, her breathing threatens to become erratic, and if she's not careful she's going to fall back on instinct.
Saidar beckons her, the warm glow enticing and promising an end to the ordeal. If she could just channel a single thread of air, just enough to make him release her, or Compulsion him to move away, she could regain her composure.
'Dad would break, he couldn't go through this, Doyle wouldn't be gentle - oh God is this gentle?'
Another jolt of pain through her neck and into her head. The gun is cool against her cheek and it's a shock to realize she's feeling temperature.
"I'm not telling you anything," she whispers as tears slide down her face. She's made her decision, she has no choice but to follow through.
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Date: 2007-04-15 09:49 pm (UTC)The pressure of his hand and the look in his eyes is reminding her of events she's locked away for a long time.
As her body realizes it can't get air into her lungs, her breathing threatens to become erratic, and if she's not careful she's going to fall back on instinct.
Saidar beckons her, the warm glow enticing and promising an end to the ordeal. If she could just channel a single thread of air, just enough to make him release her, or Compulsion him to move away, she could regain her composure.
'Dad would break, he couldn't go through this, Doyle wouldn't be gentle - oh God is this gentle?'
Another jolt of pain through her neck and into her head. The gun is cool against her cheek and it's a shock to realize she's feeling temperature.
"I'm not telling you anything," she whispers as tears slide down her face. She's made her decision, she has no choice but to follow through.