a weak boy himself, he feels as if he’s about to crumble. how’d it get to this ? such EMOTIONAL children ! rudiger’s expression contorts into pure RAGE. hate hate hate. doesn’t want to be hated. DOESN’T APPRECIATE IT. long fingers find their way into tucker’s hair& grips tight.
“ CAN’T LOVE ME IF YOUS HATE ME RETARD. “ he’s unhappy. he’s angered. violent. yanks tucker’s head up, then SLAMS it down hard against the hardwood. he does it again. &again. &again. “ FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU TOUCH HER N’ I’LL NEVAH LOVE YOUS AGAIN I’LL HATE YOUS FEREVAH— “
❛YER A RETARD! ❜ petulantly whines as a hand lifts, digging nails into the man’s wrist. this has gone far beyond what tucker will tolerate as play. he may have thick bones but the ghoul is intent on breaking them. horrid snaps and cracks, grimacing in pain as his face progressively becomes a translucent canvas of splattered green - blue blood.
fingers slip, a palm smack against floor, choking on such a BRUTAL assault. vision is totally black but all his mind sees is a blinding redredred, carnal ferocity overpowering a submissive boy. he elbows the man’s jaw hard, delirious and nearly out of it does tucker roll onto back. gaze is void, he spits a congealing mess of slimy plasma right in rudi’s face and starts to pull legs from underneath him to get up and away.
can’t decide if he wants to shred the man of his skin or run and hide where he can cry and wallow in self - pity and harm.
