twiststheblade

No, not a scream, never a scream, but she does bite through her lip, and a thin line of blood runs across her face. And she's stretched taut like a bowstring and something has to give, and something does. It's almost audible when the tension breaks, and she sags back to the matress, shaking. Crying again, in fact, but not in the heartbroken way she was earlier.

With a whimper that's a command she tangles trembling hands in blonde curs and pulls gently.

(never scream)