Re: Every Fiber of My Being Wants To Puke At Once When I Say This...
Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2024 6:15 pm
Saoirse silently obeys Alizeh's instructions, dropping down to the canvas and allowing her tutor to take both arms and roll her slightly to the side in preparation for the submission. A soft grunt is the only acknowledgement she gives to Alizeh's warning, and a slight twitch in her jaw as the the pressure is fully applied, painfully pushing both shoulders against the restraints of their sockets. She grits her teeth for a moment, fighting the urge to thrash around in an effort to break away, instead focusing on the pain and how the technique was being applied. She pushes against the hold as she'd been taught, probing for weaknesses or counters to it, but none easily present themselves now that the elaborate submission was fully applied.
"Two queshtionsh." Despite her efforts to hold on to her self-possession in the hold, the weight of Alizeh's legs pushing her face against the canvas creates an unavoidable slur in her words. Alizeh can feel Saoirse cringe at this, but apparently asking to be released was even worse in the proud woman's worldview. "Firsht: how do you actually ushe thish? Againsht shomeone fighting back?"
There's a long pause before she continues as Saoirse fights the urge to curl her legs to try and distract herself from the pain. While she was nearly immune to pain when she was fighting, absent the aid of excitement and adrenaline the tightening agony in her shoulders was quickly becoming unbearable.
"Shecond...unf...how eashily can you dishlocate or break shomething from thish poshition?"
"Two queshtionsh." Despite her efforts to hold on to her self-possession in the hold, the weight of Alizeh's legs pushing her face against the canvas creates an unavoidable slur in her words. Alizeh can feel Saoirse cringe at this, but apparently asking to be released was even worse in the proud woman's worldview. "Firsht: how do you actually ushe thish? Againsht shomeone fighting back?"
There's a long pause before she continues as Saoirse fights the urge to curl her legs to try and distract herself from the pain. While she was nearly immune to pain when she was fighting, absent the aid of excitement and adrenaline the tightening agony in her shoulders was quickly becoming unbearable.
"Shecond...unf...how eashily can you dishlocate or break shomething from thish poshition?"