for now it's time to run, it's time to run!

He pushed harder against her back, listening for the sound of her breathing. The wheezing, struggling whine told her he had hit the sweet spot. She could breathe, if only just. “The truth, if you wish to keep breathing.” He warned her, adding a hint of steel into his voice. He already believed he knew the facts, but he wanted her to say it.


He continued to hold her down, giving her just enough room for a few struggled breaths. Her words, if they came, would take effort. But he didn't mind straining his ears a little for the sound. “You are a slave. You were their slave. Now you are mine. Say it. Whose slave are you?” He pushed harder, cutting off her breath entirely, and putting her ribs at the risk of breaking. He knew he was leaving bruises. But he held her there, where she couldn't breath for a few very long seconds, before lessening the pressure once more. He didn't give her the room to catch her breath, either. If she wished to speak, it would take real effort.