I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF...
I OWN NOTHING. IF I DID, THIS WOULD BE TRUE.
Constant pressure from two to ten seconds can lead to asphyxiation, if not perminate brain damage.
Morgan has thought this through many times.
Maybe he 'd take a shot gun and blow a window wide, or maybe dismember her alive, she'd get the pain she's inflicting on their family by her presence.
His fingers wrap around the slender column of her throat, pulse beat throbbing under the cage of his fingers.
She squeaks out pathetically as she thrashes. She feebly tries to wrench his fingers from her throat, her snow white pale skin tinging with blue...her weepy eyes piqued red.
Morgan sighs as her body twitches, the life slowly draining from her body.
It lie limp, cooling in the shadowy corner of the empty roundtable.
He didn't mean to do it. He really didn't.
But he saw her. He saw...
He has nothing against her. She's a sweet girl, albeit useless to the team, arrogant, over confident in her "fresh eyes."
Those rat-eyes are now bloodshot.
She's kinda pretty like this if you squint, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.
It wasn't supposed to be this way...
He saw as she swiped her and across Reid's butt, she brushed her fingers against the crotch of Reid's pants.
He glares, gripping her hand tightly and she winces, giving the most pathetic whimper Morgan thought any human being was capable of.
Reid dropped her hand wordlessly, stalking off in the opposite direction. She looked perplexed. How could Reid deny her?
Morgan lets his hands fall from her neck as her head flops back on the carpet.
Reid stands in the doorway. Morgan looks up as he gets off her.
"Pretty Boy, wait-" Morgan starts, but Reid just gaps open mouthed.
"She- I- I didn't...I couldn't take it Reid. I just had to." Morgan's voice is tinted in hysteria as Reid steps closer.
He draws back his leg and kicks her limp body.
"Good." Reid says simply turning to walk back out.
Morgan chuckles to himself as he cleans the scene up before calling anyone for help.