FTR
One Thousand Club
A
A nearly crumbled when Hundun approached her, flinching when he put his hand on the wall behind her for support. Her entire being trembled as she experienced Deja Vu. What was he going to do this time? Chain her down here forever? Beat her with Nequam?
She could never read him, his mood seemed to swing more than hers. He'd go from enraged, to endearing to indifferent and she had no idea which if and which one was real or fake. When he reached his hand out toward her she didn't know whether to expect a soft touch or a vicious attack and so clenched, bracing for worst case scenario.
Feeling the caress on her cheek she opened a single eye to show she was listening to him as he issued her the passive threat.
"I understand.", she responded in a subdued tone.
She curled into him, holding onto his arm as he kissed her and looked into her eyes, his probing gaze almost enough to break her. The moment he spoke asking about Nequam again she broke eye contact and stared down and to the left.
"Sh-", she'd began to answer, stopping when his interest had been peaked elsewhere and he moved away from her. His absence threw her of balance as she'd been leaning on him and she stumbled slightly before staring with a searing irritation at Nequam.
Nequam
Nequam hung as dead-weight in his hands. Her head thrown back as she twitched and bent with sickening snapping sounds while her healing factor took effect. For a moment she could only make strange gurgling and choking sounds. She began to softly speak as her neck cranked back into a functional state, slowly bringing her face up to face his.
"N-Nequam.", she responded through crushed windpipe. She'd started to say something else but was cut off by a wet crack that emanated from her throat, she gasped for a few moments after which she looked up at him with a dimwitted grin.
"I'm Astaroth's discarded progeny!", she proclaimed almost proudly, her tail wagging as she seemed completely regenerated.
@Obsidian