Part of her is struggling to breathe, the other half is telling her to get a grip. All that had brought this on, after all, was yet some other creature trying to get into her head. She’s been manipulated before. And though she’s overcome quite a bit of toxicity, she’s still quite damaged. Vulnerability is something she thought she’d left behind but for some reason or another he brings it out of her and she — Truly abhors it! She’s exhausted with being hurt. And yet, she’s the one who makes herself the damn ‘damsel in distress’.  Ugh!! 

     He slips his fingertips beneath her chin, a move she usually finds some comforting but right now? She’s in too deep with her frustration and she actually pushes his grip away. “You’re full of shit!” she snaps, before she can even truly think. 

        _{He had always been so gentle with her. Something that he rarely was to anyone else and it was to that reason the snap hurt him worse than anything she could have ever done. If she truly felt that way about him, there was no point in even staying, but Ky knew how to rub things in. He knew exactly what buttons to push so she would be hurt far worse than he would in this.}

      _{As his grip was pushed away he smirked for a moment, but then moved his hand forward to grip her neck… tightly. With-in seconds, his entire attitude towards her changed; that gentleness evaporated into pure hatred as he spoke. “Or, maybe.. you should watch your tone.”}