Seeing the man on the ground there was like a double torture. First of all there was the pain and guilt again at seeing just how hurt he was, how beaten up by the same man who was slowly starting to undress her now, moreso than she had ever seen him other than the last time this Battler popped up. And then of course on the other hand there was the fact that she didn't want him to see this, she didn't want him to look because even with how bad it already was in general Ange didn't want the man she loved to see how she was--
Before she could even finish her train of thought she felt Battler grabbing her once again, bringing them closer again - the very touch almost managing to make her shudder slightly in fear, nervosity for what was about to come, and then she felt him on her neck, kissing her there like that. "S-- stop.." There wasn't anything physical she could do against him, but at the very least she wanted to do something, anything to make him stop this, it was like torture. Her voice was much softer than usual and completely lacked its usual deadpan, instead sounding much more vulnerable and almost a little broken, something much more honest to her inner self than she usually showed. If this already felt so bad, then she dreaded to see what would happen if he would go further - she didn't want that at all, not with any man other than Amakusa and especially not in front of him like this. Maybe if she would hope hard enough, he wouldn't do for the rest of her clothes as well, she could only hope that.
Ange tried to blink away the tears that were forming in her eyes at all of this as she watched Amakusa lying there with all that blood. "Amakusa, don't-- hngh, d-don't look.." It would only hurt him, hurt her, so even if this situation was horrible to start with maybe that would make it just slightly better. She tried to move her body a little to escape from Battler, but that was useless. His grip on her middle was just too strong, so even though she loathed the feel of his lips on her neck she couldn't do anything about it.
i got this you got this my koz is by my right
Before she could even finish her train of thought she felt Battler grabbing her once again, bringing them closer again - the very touch almost managing to make her shudder slightly in fear, nervosity for what was about to come, and then she felt him on her neck, kissing her there like that. "S-- stop.." There wasn't anything physical she could do against him, but at the very least she wanted to do something, anything to make him stop this, it was like torture. Her voice was much softer than usual and completely lacked its usual deadpan, instead sounding much more vulnerable and almost a little broken, something much more honest to her inner self than she usually showed. If this already felt so bad, then she dreaded to see what would happen if he would go further - she didn't want that at all, not with any man other than Amakusa and especially not in front of him like this. Maybe if she would hope hard enough, he wouldn't do for the rest of her clothes as well, she could only hope that.
Ange tried to blink away the tears that were forming in her eyes at all of this as she watched Amakusa lying there with all that blood. "Amakusa, don't-- hngh, d-don't look.." It would only hurt him, hurt her, so even if this situation was horrible to start with maybe that would make it just slightly better. She tried to move her body a little to escape from Battler, but that was useless. His grip on her middle was just too strong, so even though she loathed the feel of his lips on her neck she couldn't do anything about it.