Rex saw the way her eyes were beginning to roll back, the green of her irises becoming clouded with a primal, mindless fog. He knew an Orc Queen was built of denser bone and tougher sinew than any human; she could endure a brutality that would kill a lesser woman.
So, he leaned into it. He tightened his massive hands around her throat, the pressure increasing until her face flushed a deep, bruised violet and her lungs burned for air.
He wanted her to feel the absolute weight of his dominance, to feel the crushing reality that her life was now entirely in his hands.
As he maintained the suffocating grip, the world outside Gorvasha's body began to dissolve, leaving her trapped in the echoing chamber of her own fracturing mind.
'How... how can this be?' her inner voice wailed, a frantic, drowning sound amidst the roar of her blood. 'The sensation... it's too much... It's too much!'
