WARNING. s**t'S ABOUT TO GET INTENSE.
While Megrez tackled the captain to the ground, Megiddo took her sweet time picking up his dropped cigarette. It was smoldering, and she cupped her other hand around the end until it glowed a little brighter. "Leaving so fast?" she asked the captain, as he struggled under Megrez's weight.
"Thanks, Ducky," she said to the senshi, and stepped over Megrez to plant a heeled boot on the captain's chest.
Megiddo put her weight into it, and grinned while he squirmed. Kneeling, she took a firm hold of the young man's chin, squeezing her gloved fingers against his jaw. She held the cigarette close with her other hand. The captain watched, wild-eyed. She could practically smell his fear, amonia-sick.
"Nnno," he stammered.
"Not so tough now, huh?" chided Megiddo. "Hold still. Not that it'll make this hurt any less."
"Stop," gasped the captain. Megiddo shook her head and adjusted her grip on his face, forcing one of his eyes open.
"Shh," she said. "Just lie back and think of England."
And she pressed the still-burning cigarette into his eye.
The captain thrashed his legs under Megrez and he screamed.
Screamed. Blood-curdling. Piercing. The kind of scream that you'd hear in your nightmares for years to come, if you were the sort to be rattled like that. Megiddo didn't think she was.
She grinned through gritted teeth and pushed harder on the cigarette. "That's what you
get," she said. "That's what you ********
get, you ******** creep."
