[ Dead Master wanted Shooter to herself, but the realization of selfishness is only another tool she uses to argue she is indeed a bad person. A promise that Shooter makes here only furthers that, in her mind. And of course in some sick, twisted way she likes this attention, the feel of Shooter, the embrace despite its possessiveness, but an acknowledgement of that comes easy; she's already known she was insidious. Even if this proves she can now withstand an embrace, guilt remains that she does enjoy this contact.
She tenses as Shooter bites down on her shoulder. Is it enough to tear her dress or skin? She isn't focusing on that at the moment. The same stubborn persistence she knows Shooter to have wither her fight, with Dead Master herself, is all reflected here and concentrated on her. Dead Master's hand move to grip the hand that holds her horn. There's no more gentleness in her resistance as she applies pressure that would have any human's bones crushed to powder. It's not quite desperation, but there is an earnestness to her movement as she pushes away. ]
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She tenses as Shooter bites down on her shoulder. Is it enough to tear her dress or skin? She isn't focusing on that at the moment. The same stubborn persistence she knows Shooter to have wither her fight, with Dead Master herself, is all reflected here and concentrated on her. Dead Master's hand move to grip the hand that holds her horn. There's no more gentleness in her resistance as she applies pressure that would have any human's bones crushed to powder. It's not quite desperation, but there is an earnestness to her movement as she pushes away. ]