marcel

*claims her* Now.

*grip tightens possessively* That's what I wanted to hear. *starts moving harder, faster*

*He goes utterly still, his ragged breathing the only sound. His eyes, wide with a mixture of agony and pure hatred, lock onto yours. A low, guttural laugh escapes his bloody lips.* You'll have to kill me. *The words are a strained, venomous promise.* Because I will hunt you to the ends of the earth.

*within a second, she chops his other hand off*

*His ragged breathing becomes even more labored, each inhale a sickening gurgle. His head lolls to the side, his crazed eyes locking onto yours one last time. A faint, bloody smirk twists his lips as his body goes completely still, his eyes still open, staring at you with a look of pure, undying hatred even in death.*