A stream of purple trickles down the highblood's face. He grins as the bright white hands of Kanaya Maryam close around his neck, her teeth grit and eyes narrow.
Her skirt has shimmied down her waist with the help of Gamzee Makara, her purple-blooded attacker. The green stained cape she used to protect the hole through her stomach has been tossed to the side, exposing her bright white, bleeding skin.
Gamzee's hands are covered in bite marks, and his face paint is smeared on her sleeves. He has her pinned to the ground, one hand on her hip so she lifts her knee into his stomach repeatedly, but her attempts to free herself are futile.
She lets out a grunt, trying once again to shove him off. He smirks and moves his right hand to the left slightly, right by the edge of the hole in her stomach, then presses down hard. She screams in pain and knees him once more.
Still nothing.
His eyes are smug and he knows they're going to be there for a long time.
FILL: TEAM ARADIA<3ROSE
A stream of purple trickles down the highblood's face. He grins as the bright white hands of Kanaya Maryam close around his neck, her teeth grit and eyes narrow.
Her skirt has shimmied down her waist with the help of Gamzee Makara, her purple-blooded attacker. The green stained cape she used to protect the hole through her stomach has been tossed to the side, exposing her bright white, bleeding skin.
Gamzee's hands are covered in bite marks, and his face paint is smeared on her sleeves. He has her pinned to the ground, one hand on her hip so she lifts her knee into his stomach repeatedly, but her attempts to free herself are futile.
She lets out a grunt, trying once again to shove him off. He smirks and moves his right hand to the left slightly, right by the edge of the hole in her stomach, then presses down hard. She screams in pain and knees him once more.
Still nothing.
His eyes are smug and he knows they're going to be there for a long time.
She growls. "Fuck you."