She thought she might vomit as he dragged her up from the floor, her head lulling, her vision swimming. She almost wished she would, to ease the nausea in her gut, to piss him off even in a little way. Instead all she managed to do was scrape at his arm with her nails with hardly any strength whatsoever. It probably tickled him.
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Date: 2009-11-07 04:39 am (UTC)