The scream tore out of her.
Her neck veins stood out. Her eyes rolled — not completely, not the full aheago, but the involuntary upward slide of irises that cannot hold their position against that much input. Her tears flew from her face with the force of it. Her whole body lurched forward against the dustbin, the metal scraping three inches across the stone.
Her mouth was open.
No more words.
Just sound — the continuous, broken, cracking sound of a woman being taken apart from a new direction while the words she had just heard were still sitting in her chest, still burning there, still doing the slow and terrible work of being true.
PAH PAH PAH—
"AANGH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"
His hips found their rhythm.
