Tira's mood shifts drastically, and she grips Talim harder than before. "W-What are you doing?," Talim can only whimper. Tira begins to squeeze Talim like a stress-toy. Talim gasps at the sudden loss of air, and fights to breathe; but the constricting hand won't let up. Tira laughs cruelly form above, "Ha ha, that's right! Squirm you pathetic maggot!" Her hand is being clenched even harder into a fist, and Talim's ribs start snapping. She can no longer scream in pain, and her gasps aren't giving her enough air. In a last ditch effort, she manages a few words, "P-please stop..." Tira grins, and squeezes one last time, knocking Talim unconcious. "Aww, the little baby gave up too soon. But I'm not done with you yet."
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