'rough touch'
12. My muse slams your muse against the wall hard.
“I think you’ve been bound down long enough, ain’t you?” One of Hal’s bloody talons reach over to gently tap up her chin, cupping the marred face between two serrated prongs and shaking her head back and forth lazily. “C’moooon, Barbie, wake up. It’s not very often I have a saint in my custody-- I can’t have her passing out on me just like that! I haven’t even gotten to the good parts, yet-- though I have to say, the blood’s a nice touch. Quite beautiful, Brometheus.” His talons haven’t looked this beautiful in a while, Hal’ll at least give her that.
She doesn’t respond, though, and the android’s lips purse into a childish pout. The talon briefly caressing her jawline reels back as if in disgust, before it swipes down dangerously close to her left side to rip through her bonds like notepaper so that it can shove her off and onto the bloodstained, freezing floor, soon retracting into Hal’s back as his head cocks as if in disappointment. Within seconds he’s striding across the floor, grabbing the saint in his famed iron grip and yanking her up to her scrabbling feet with a cold look in his now maroon eyes, dragging her across the floor with a sharp-pitched whistle.
“Rise and shine, Saint Barbra!” He calls out as the other hand picks her up and Hal slams her against the wall, hard enough that a nearly painful crack sounds through the lonely, echoey room and ichor begins to drip down the wall behind her chopped-off locks. The robot’s teeth bare in a furiously controlled smile and he lets out a low growl through the teeth, rattling the tools on a tray besides the chair she’d been stuck in for a few days.
His hands lift her up high and he gives her another rough shake, even going as far as to slam her once, twice, three times against the wall, head audibly caving in with the blindingly teenage rage that courses through your fake veins as you stare her down, eyes burning in fierce loathing. “I don’t take kindly to people not listening to me, Barbs. You had a chance to keep the people you loved safe, and look at you now. Helpless as ever-- like you always were, and like you will be till I rip your holy heart from your body and make God come down from Heaven itself so I can rip Him to shreds as well.”