Breathing is still a struggle for her when the shackles form around her wrists. Suddenly the air doesn't seem necessary, because she's pulling at them with whatever strength she can find.
And then, the unthinkable. Naugus has her hair pin. Her gift from Nathan. Her one last piece of him that she's been clinging to since the day she received it.
She's honestly unsure what's happening. It's like a dream. It has to be a dream. But that pain...
No, this is real. The moment that hits her, Naugus is getting both of her feet right to his bleeding face. Her arms may be pinned down, but she is a strong and stubborn thing who isn't about to let him walk away with her most prized possession.
"GIVE IT BACK! NOW!" Her hair is a tangled mess, her wrists are screaming in protest to her frantic kicking, but she isn't stopping.
It's not adrenaline that has her now - it's terror.
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And then, the unthinkable. Naugus has her hair pin. Her gift from Nathan. Her one last piece of him that she's been clinging to since the day she received it.
She's honestly unsure what's happening. It's like a dream. It has to be a dream. But that pain...
No, this is real. The moment that hits her, Naugus is getting both of her feet right to his bleeding face. Her arms may be pinned down, but she is a strong and stubborn thing who isn't about to let him walk away with her most prized possession.
"GIVE IT BACK! NOW!" Her hair is a tangled mess, her wrists are screaming in protest to her frantic kicking, but she isn't stopping.
It's not adrenaline that has her now - it's terror.