[The growing horror that curdles in her chest the longer she forces herself to watch them, and that followed by the slap -- it all makes the hair on the back of her neck and tail stand on end, the sound ringing in her ears and flooding her body with adrenaline. The table isn't very large; she can see how the man's hands have jerked to his slacks, hastily undoing the zipper as his breath deepens, underwear shuffled to the side--]
--St-stop it.
[Her voice is so thin and frail from shock, it's only heard because of the relative silence of the room, and the effort it takes to rip the words from herself-- she feels ready to snap into pieces with every jagged breath she pulls in.]
Don't.
[The air surrounding them, unbeknownst to the guard, has started to ripple.]
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--St-stop it.
[Her voice is so thin and frail from shock, it's only heard because of the relative silence of the room, and the effort it takes to rip the words from herself-- she feels ready to snap into pieces with every jagged breath she pulls in.]
Don't.
[The air surrounding them, unbeknownst to the guard, has started to ripple.]