@AspectOfADevil — blood as I struggle to speak.] Not my fault, your "fiancée" is too weak, she can't handle a girls quarrel. [I may provoke him more becahse of my words, but I don't care at that point. He has already physically hurt me. What more can he do? I stare at him momentarily before —
@AspectOfADevil — words come out of your mouth the second the priest asks /the/ question. [Metaphorically declaring similiarities between the blade inside his body with his marriage to Caroline, I'm talking about him saying "I do", of course, since that response meant a lifetime of no freedom —
@AspectOfADevil — back, then down the floor. I groan, my golden hair forming a messy curtain as a frame for my face, features scrunched at the pain.]
The hell is wrong with you!?
@AspectOfADevil [He catches me off guard, with a hand around my throat, my eyes widen, filled with questions on he can answer. I feel the pressure as his fingers push further into my skin, I'm afraid he might sever my head with his own hand. And I'm sent flying on the wall, a loud thud on my —