He began to apply pressure. It wasn't a sudden blow but a slow, methodical grinding. He pressed his heel into her skull, forcing her face harder against the unforgiving stone.
Valentina let out a strangled cry as she felt her skull compress, the pressure sending white-hot lightning bolts through her brain.
"Nngh, Aaaahhh!"
"Shhh," Rex commanded. "Don't fight it."
Then, he shifted his weight. He began to stomp not with the intent to kill, but with the intent to dominate.
Each downward thrust of his heel was controlled, brutal, and devastating. He ground his foot into her temple, then her occipital bone, forcing her neck to strain at unnatural angles.
The sound of her skull grinding against the stone was a sickening, wet, crunching noise that echoed in the silent room.
And then, the most horrifying thing happened.
As the pain reached a crescendo, as she felt her bones creak under the impossible pressure, her body betrayed her yet again.
