It's through clenched teeth that Nessie responds, forcing herself to speak in a low voice. "You don't know anything. You don't know anything. Tell Sandsmark I'm not a killer, and see what she does to you."
"You were under Dr. Psycho's control!" Donna exclaims in protest. She breaks the hold that Nessie has on her, simply by overwhelming the other woman's strength, and reaches out to grab Nessie by the upper arm --
"Stop!" The cry from Nessie, full of anguish, is more than it ought to be. Not as powerful as it once was, it's still far too loud and far too physical -- enough to push Donna's seated form back toward the oak tree. Nessie chokes, and blood paints her lips and chin. She scrambles back away from the both of them.
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Date: 2022-09-13 04:45 pm (UTC)"You were under Dr. Psycho's control!" Donna exclaims in protest. She breaks the hold that Nessie has on her, simply by overwhelming the other woman's strength, and reaches out to grab Nessie by the upper arm --
"Stop!" The cry from Nessie, full of anguish, is more than it ought to be. Not as powerful as it once was, it's still far too loud and far too physical -- enough to push Donna's seated form back toward the oak tree. Nessie chokes, and blood paints her lips and chin. She scrambles back away from the both of them.