[It aches, up through her jaw and into her skull, like some sort of burning, pulsing migraine. He grabs her wrist and twists, and he's too strong for her to resist the movement. The shard of glass drops, and she tries to squirm away. He has her head, though, and she can't.
It's agonizing, every second an age, but eventually she stops struggling, going slowly slack. That overwhelming sense of peace hits her first, utter whiplash after the all encompassing rage. Her breathing evens out, the glow disappearing from her eyes, leaving her looking utterly disoriented.]
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It's agonizing, every second an age, but eventually she stops struggling, going slowly slack. That overwhelming sense of peace hits her first, utter whiplash after the all encompassing rage. Her breathing evens out, the glow disappearing from her eyes, leaving her looking utterly disoriented.]