"If you want me to hate you properly," she muttered through gritted teeth, blinking reflexive tears away from her eyes to roll down her skin and be lost in her hair, "Tell me your name." The t's in her words were marred, strangely rounded without the backs of her front teeth to wet them against, and the movement forced the blood to continue to flow sluggishly out over her lower lip, reddening her chin and trickling toward her throat.<br/><br/>That she thought she would be able to resist the fate he painted in her mind's eye was clear in the dogged glare in her icy eyes, and the way even now her hips shifted faintly, subtly seeking a way to tug free of the discomforting grasp of the metal tongs between her spread thighs.