Inside, Eponine was crying, sobbing - really sobbing, as she did over Marius back in Paris. She was trying so hard to curl her hands into fists - but every time she thought it, Draco's voice hissed in her mind, told her to claw deeper, harder, to find the point that'd make blood spurt. Already, buts of skin were wedged in her nails, and they were painted with blood from the scratches at Howard's neck. His kick to her hips did nothing either - Draco's voice ordered her to balance, to keep on top and so she did, sprawling over him, still biting down on his face.
Her face showed no pity - no emotion as she bit down again and again on his face, taking a hand to trace over his heart - to start to claw through the clothes at his heart.
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Inside, Eponine was crying, sobbing - really sobbing, as she did over Marius back in Paris. She was trying so hard to curl her hands into fists - but every time she thought it, Draco's voice hissed in her mind, told her to claw deeper, harder, to find the point that'd make blood spurt. Already, buts of skin were wedged in her nails, and they were painted with blood from the scratches at Howard's neck. His kick to her hips did nothing either - Draco's voice ordered her to balance, to keep on top and so she did, sprawling over him, still biting down on his face.
Her face showed no pity - no emotion as she bit down again and again on his face, taking a hand to trace over his heart - to start to claw through the clothes at his heart.