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[irredemption]

[Although this is a public post, it is clearly directed towards Mimmi. Tony doesn't know how to lock, but he doesn't care (although his sense of self-preservation is screaming "NO!" at him, but he's mad enough to ignore it. He's been thinking about something she said- stewing over it, obsessing over it might be more appropriate terms. Mimmi brought

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[missmimmi]

If it was not true, why are you so upset over it.

[Commetlog] Well. Isn't that a shame.

[irredemption]

Well, then. Here we are.

[Following up her step back with two steps forward of his own, he reaches out, shoving her backwards, before running a hand over his face, shaking his head.]

[Commetlog] yes, so unfortunate

[missmimmi]

[And Mimmi goes stumbling backwards, falling on her ass. She scrambles up quickly and retreats further.]

What is wrong with you? Do not touch me!

[Commentlog]

[irredemption]

What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? I think you know what's wrong, Mimmi. I think you know.

[Tony aims a heavy kick at her side, before dropping to his knees beside her, leaning over her and pressing her shoulders down with his hands.]

This can stop anytime, Mimmi. All you have to do is take back what you said about me and Val. D'you understand me now, Mimmi? Hm?

[Commentlog]

[missmimmi]

[Mimmi really wished she'd left much sooner. She really wished she'd had. But it was too late and she was screwed.

She almost panicked, actually. She didn't know how to defend herself, not very well anyway, and she wasn't all that physically strong, either. So squirming out of Tony's grip wasn't happening.

Mimmi stared at him with a terrified expression, but as the pain in her side began to ebb, she scowled.]

Nein.

[And she spat in his face.]

[Commentlog]

[irredemption]

[He froze when she did that, before closing his eyes and slowly wiping off his face with one hand. When he opened his eyes again, it was almost as if there was a different Tony behind those eyes- the usual self-control he laced himself with had gone, and he wanted nothing more right now than to beat her with his fists until she stopped moving. The hand that was still holding her shoulder tightened, more and more, before he finally let go.

That relief didn't last long though. The hand that had been gripping her shoulder moved to her throat, squeezing. His other hand curled into a fist, and he hit her in the face, once, twice, again, again, not caring where his blows landed or what kind of damage he did. He just wanted to hurt her as much as he possibly could.]

[Commentlog]

[missmimmi]

[For a very brief moment, Mimmi actually thought he was going to let her go. She was getting anxious the more he squeezed her shoulder. And the look in his eyes.

It was a stupid thought.

Because as soon is his hand was off her shoulder it was on her neck and that was just loads of Not Good. She made a panicked squeak and tried to pry his fingers from her throat, and then he was hitting her, which distracted from the fact she was having trouble breathing only a moment.

The hand on her throat was much more pressing.

In a frantic attempt to get him away, she tried kicking at him, all the while trying to shove his hands away as dots colored her vision.]

[Commentlog]

[irredemption]

[Her first couple of attempts miss, but the third lands squarely on his stomach. It's enough to knock him away from her, enough to almost snap him out of his rage. Breathing heavily, he runs a hand through his hair, glancing around, before pushing himself up, standing above her. He looks down at her for a long moment, as if he's considering something, then shaking his head, he kicks her once, and once more in the ribs.]

You brought this on yourself, Mimmi. You brought all of this on yourself. I want you to remember that.

[Noticing one of her hands lying limply on the ground, he raises his foot and stomps on it, grinding the heel of his shoe down for a few moments, before stepping away from her and looking around again.]

All of this- this was all your own damn fault.

[Commentlog]

[missmimmi]

[And Mimmi was defeated. The force on her hand was just the final blow. She gave a pained sob and retracted it close to her chest, curling up in a tight little ball.

She hurt too much all over to fight back or get up or even say anything. So she just laid there gasping and wishing Tony the worst punishment imaginable.

Go away, Tony. Go away.]

[Commentlog]

[irredemption]

Next time you want to say anything about Val to me, Mimmi, you remember what happened here.

[But before he walks away, he spits on her, as she had done to him. Then, only then, does he turn and leave, not caring if anyone finds her. His survival instinct is kicking in again, and he's going to do his best to get back to his room as soon as possible, where he's safe.]