***Ghirahim***
Vaati doesn't understand that hers is a hopeless battle. No one does, at first. That is, until I hurt them. Until I break every bone in their body and they're lying on the ground, bleeding out! Only then do they realize that all of their defiance, all of their stubbornness, was for naught. I am hoping to make Vaati understand that before it comes to that point.
I smirk as I run my fingers through her hair, damp with sweat. I hear a groan she attempts to mask. I can tell that she enjoys this, however much she wishes to deny it. I laugh as I feel her heart beat vigorously under my palm. "Someone is excited..." I taunt, lowering my voice slightly. She glares at me, though she doesn't make an attempt to say otherwise. I lightly stroke her nape, hoping to coax some sort of reaction, or, better yet, an answer out of her. She does nothing but close her eyes. I take the opportunity and dip my head down to her throat again. I feel her stiffen.
I chuckle. "You cannot expect me to not do this eventually," I murmur. I draw my teeth along the fine skin of her throat. I feel her pulse quicken, almost involuntarily. "Thank you," I whisper. "That helps a lot." Without another word, I bite deeply into Vaati's neck.
I moan as her blood suffuses my mouth. I lap it up eagerly, a small stream running down my chin. I completely lose myself in bliss. My hand curls around her nape, holding her in place. I feel her muscles cord in strain as she tries to pull away. That and keep any noises from escaping her lips. It is truly unfortunate that I hear nothing from her. Truly unfortunate indeed.