[ her needy whines she's slightly loath to voice but can't hold back from, the ecstatic gleam to her maddened eyes... well she doesn't exactly have something like pride or ego in herself really, for all that she might like to crush her enemies' face to the floor maybe there's only that little flame of pity in the pit of her stomach that nobody has really done just that to her.

if she had weapons, if they were really dueling or brawling she'd sure like to give as good as she gets. but right now her ravenous greed at being overpowered, the constant fantasy of it ever happening to her. she'd imagine it were texas' hands around her neck, texas' blade cutting her panties apart or better yet sinking straight into her gut. she could beg far too beatifically for that and yet when it'll never happen she paws desperately for those red and white strands instead, eyes glazed, ] D-don't blow me up just yet, I'll cum way too fast... [ the humiliation of that. and body injury she supposes. maybe she can't say if she would or wouldn't cum too fast, she hasn't been blown up before.

but the very idea of it has her pussy clench hungrily at the degradation, at the threat and promise of it. the knife tears fabric and lace and sinks straight into her and she writhes instantly with a desperate animal sound, her hand clutches to w's hair, nails raking to her scalp. actually she has to fight not to cum maybe the moment the knife enters her, with every scrape of the bitten plastic to her insides. of course it doesn't feel good. of course she wants it even harder and deeper, the way her legs shake and hips drop to try to take in as much as she could. she's so fucking wet and turned on and the knife isn't terribly girthy or anything but truly size doesn't matter. the temptation and threat of that tick does. ]

You, you need to fuck me with a real one. [ she hisses this out with a crazed look, her face frantic with pleasure and vicious greed. never mind how completely insane and impossible that demand is. she could barely really care about her health or body or life. ] Or an explosive. A nice big fat one, or as many grenades as you can put in me. [ too unwell. too irreparably and incurably and impossibly unwell. diving straight off the cliff of a freak-off. ] Gag me with them, stick them in my mouth, rig me up to something and if I don't cum or fuck well enough for you, you won't even blow me up... make me wear an explosive and fuck you in public so I could earn the explosion.

[ how strange, she'd wanted to bleed out gruesomely and agonizingly under texas' blades for so long but she might be getting explosionpilled by the second. ]