[For a moment, it seems like he might throw her off, to lean into the monster he's embraced and that she knows that he is. He gives a small jerk of his arm without any real strength behind it like he doesn't want her to touch him, to stop him, to make him think about it.
It's her words that get him once she sees how much she has slimmed down -- he still needed to do the work of getting hard, a task that was already going to prove to be monumental, without needing to pass this barrier as well.
He is too weak to kill her, too feeble to fuck her, and too cruel to hope to earn any real affection from her. Bringing her back was a mistake.
And yet, as he brushes calloused hands briefly and experimentally between the folds of her skin, he finds he has to lift his hand and look away. The guilt, the shame, the truth that he is desperate and pathetic and that he lost crushing him and his voice into something small.
Your mother didn't raise you this way a mocking voice he's nearly forgotten picks at him, bile rushing up his throat.]
I wish that I hated you more.
[He drops her pants back over her pelvis to give her back some modesty before turning away to clean up the mess he'd made when he'd attacked her in the first place.]
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It's her words that get him once she sees how much she has slimmed down -- he still needed to do the work of getting hard, a task that was already going to prove to be monumental, without needing to pass this barrier as well.
He is too weak to kill her, too feeble to fuck her, and too cruel to hope to earn any real affection from her. Bringing her back was a mistake.
And yet, as he brushes calloused hands briefly and experimentally between the folds of her skin, he finds he has to lift his hand and look away. The guilt, the shame, the truth that he is desperate and pathetic and that he lost crushing him and his voice into something small.
Your mother didn't raise you this way a mocking voice he's nearly forgotten picks at him, bile rushing up his throat.]
I wish that I hated you more.
[He drops her pants back over her pelvis to give her back some modesty before turning away to clean up the mess he'd made when he'd attacked her in the first place.]