You must be weakening because your punches are like those of a girl, weak and ineffective. I tighten my grip on your throat In desperation you pull my hands off my throat... I leave eight claw marks as you pull my talons away... I break my hands free and go straight for your face... First take each cheek between my thumbs and index finger knuckles… Twist each of your ‘apple cheeks’… NextdDig my nails into both cheeks, curling my fingers to drive them in deep….
Shout out to Lil_Sara, “Evil Kitty, bring that lasso into the dressing room if ya get a chance!”
Gasping and coughing for air, I strain with every bit of willpower left in me to pry your fingers from my throat. Wincing as I can feel your nails rake over my skin, I dismiss the pain not stinging my neck and try and mount a counter-attack. It's stopped completely by Brook's hands, which go right for my face, her nails digging into my cheeks, squeezing and twisting them! Then I feel them--your claws sinking viciously into my cheeks, curling and twisting them! Not only does this sting my face, but this "pinching" embarrasses me to no end! It's because of that, that a flash of anger overwhelms me! Using it as momentum, I grab your curling fingers and rake my nails into them, prying and pull until finally I wrench them from my face with an angry howl! Once my face is finally free from your wicked claws, I thrust my hip to the side, jerking you off-balance. Still holding onto your hands, I shove them away and shift abruptly onto my left to throw you off of me. I watch as you roll on the hard wood floor, while I roll onto my hands and knees, rubbing my sore, stinging face while shaking my head to clear it of the cobwebs. With a moan I rub my aching throat and shoot a fiery glare at you as I crawl after you..
"You..are not..gonna have, a chance..to use that, lasso, bitch!"