Esme stilled.
And then she smiled.
A slow, sharp, dangerous smile.
"Heh." A soft chuckle left her lips. "You never change, huh?"
She sighed dramatically, shifting the pictures between her fingers like a bored card dealer. "Well then," she continued, "let's see what happens first, shall we?"
Her golden eyes darkened.
"Will you die first…"
Snap.
Esme's fingers clicked together.
The force surrounding the woman multiplied in an instant.
A strangled gasp tore from her throat as she was slammed face-first into the cold, hard floor. The impact echoed through the room, and a sharp, pained groan escaped her lips.
She couldn't move.
The weight crushing down on her body was suffocating, unrelenting. Every nerve in her body screamed in agony, but she couldn't even lift a finger to stop it.
"Or will I get tired first?" Esme finished, tilting her head as she watched the woman struggle.
The answer?
The woman would break long before Esme did.
