She fights against his grip, of course, but quickly begins to flag, cold despair seeping into her veins and weakening her. Even Éowyn, stubborn as she is, has to admit to herself that she can't fight forever. Exhaustion is beginning to numb her; she had already fought hard before she ever came to the stage where he found her, and always against those stronger and better-armed than herself. As he starts to punch keys, she lets herself stop fighting for a moment, focusing on steadying her breathing and bringing the world back into focus, on readying herself for whatever comes next.
What comes next, as her vision starts to clear, is the room. The chair. The blood. The chains.
It is that last part which makes her cry out, furious and afraid, and begin to fight his grip again, with less finesse than sheer, blind panic. She remembers being bound before, at his hands, and the chain makes that memory real again, so real that she feels it as if it were still happening, the sharp pain in her breasts, the heat of his body against hers, the eyes of the crowd...
Panic brings with it a surge of strength, but it makes her clumsy, too, robs her of any skill she has in fighting. Instead, she finds herself just trying instinctively to get away, pulling against his grip, twisting and shoving at him in a way more likely to hurt herself than to do any real damage to him. She is horrified to find that her vision is blurring again, this time with unwanted tears.
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Date: 2019-09-28 03:36 pm (UTC)What comes next, as her vision starts to clear, is the room. The chair. The blood. The chains.
It is that last part which makes her cry out, furious and afraid, and begin to fight his grip again, with less finesse than sheer, blind panic. She remembers being bound before, at his hands, and the chain makes that memory real again, so real that she feels it as if it were still happening, the sharp pain in her breasts, the heat of his body against hers, the eyes of the crowd...
Panic brings with it a surge of strength, but it makes her clumsy, too, robs her of any skill she has in fighting. Instead, she finds herself just trying instinctively to get away, pulling against his grip, twisting and shoving at him in a way more likely to hurt herself than to do any real damage to him. She is horrified to find that her vision is blurring again, this time with unwanted tears.