Handler closes her grip tighter on the side of your neck, her thumb pressed against your trachea and her fingers clawing along the side of your neck, nails finding purchase in the taut skin and leaving little half-moon marks of blood in their wake.
"Tell me what you did wrong." Said as evenly as she might tell you what she had for breakfast that morning. Her grip grows tighter and you feel something throb in your head.
"I..." You struggle at the answer for a moment too long—the fingers close tighter.
She pulls you up, stronger than she has any right to be. You're lifted like a marionette, your feet barely touching the ground.
"Tell me what you did wrong, Pilot." Not a hint of emotion in the words, but the meaning is clear.
You nod, and the anger threatens to burn its way out of you. She lets you back down and loosens her grip and you feel the edges of the flames on your tongue.
But you hold it back—and you tell her.
Handler closes her grip tighter on the side of your neck, her thumb pressed against your trachea and her fingers clawing along the side of your neck, nails finding purchase in the taut skin and leaving little half-moon marks of blood in their wake.
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