Only a slight husky breath struggles from her parted lips as her limbs flail.
"Why are you doing this?"
She was pretty sure she was ment to sound alot more confident than that... but it seems to wash away as she stares down into the bloodred pools of tortured crimson which seem to glare lifelessly back up at her. That smirk stays hauntingly across his pale green muzzle as well..
"Because I can."
Bluntly the mobian replies as the leathery tail tightens its already vice like grip around her fragile neck, just waiting for a snap.
Lawl Jazz you bastard. Verse, Jazz and art is mine, Gracie is (c) *GraceTheHedgehog