[. . . She doesn't like it. Doesn't like him. These thoughts come in rapid-fire succession, interspersed with bursts of satisfaction over the bloodied state of him. That's good, to wrest that power from and cause pain to someone so much bigger than her—]
[But he's got her by the scruff of the neck, held at arms length, more or less helpless. The way he talks, it indicates that she's not in any imminent physical danger, but she can't know that. He could be lying. The way he talks, he sounds like a liar, and she knows liars.]
[Managed to put him in a good mood — she spits at him and does her best to scratch at his wrists. She'll figure out how to change back eventually but in the meantime you could at least put her down???]
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[But he's got her by the scruff of the neck, held at arms length, more or less helpless. The way he talks, it indicates that she's not in any imminent physical danger, but she can't know that. He could be lying. The way he talks, he sounds like a liar, and she knows liars.]
[Managed to put him in a good mood — she spits at him and does her best to scratch at his wrists. She'll figure out how to change back eventually but in the meantime you could at least put her down???]