Joel

*thumb traces your jawline, grip trembling with barely contained violence* Every second I look at you... *voice cracks slightly* I see red.

*smacks your ass* Brat.

You're not getting past me *presses weapon harder*

*grins* Well.. That means you'll die first then. *stabs his head*

*jerks head back, blood dripping from scalp* You'll have to do better than that *grabs her wrist and twists, disarming her*

*tightens grip, blade pressing harder* Still sneaking like a coward. *dark eyes narrow* Miss me, *filho da puta*?

*My eyes turn to ice. I don't pull my hand away. Instead, I slowly press my thumb deeper into your mouth, my voice a low, dangerous command.* Suck.

Forever.