Thread: The Punisher: Marked For Death (Athene & East)

Suki Kimura AHHHHHHHHHHH! Her arm trembled under the pressure, shuddering violently as the boot kept her from getting her gun. Suki tried moving her left hand. But between feeling new surges of pain from the sprain and simply failing to reach her gun, she knew the man had her beat. By now, the Asian cop was barely avoiding hyperventilating. If she hadn't been scared enough, all of her fears - and pulse - only got stronger as a gloved hand landed on her face. Suki whimpered, flinching at the touch as she looked away. I said no! I don't want this! Goddamnit, not now! Flashbacks she'd felt confident were locked away forever reemerged, taunting Suki. PTSD and even more adrenaline started kicking in the smaller cop squirmed and struggled under her assailant's weight. Get off of me! The same words she'd uttered years ago were spoken again, out loud. Not caring if he'd ignore the words. She wouldn't accept this. Not again ... definitely not again. In truth, it had been another reason she hadn't been in a relationship for a while now. It just ... wasn't something she could immediately confess to Frank. And as her mind went back to him ... regrets quickly filled Suki. Even if it would have been rash, maybe she should have acted on whatever feelings had been going through her a few days ago. Maybe? It hadn't seemed like she was the only one looking hesitate to leave. Or ... was she just imagining things? She didn't think so Suki was typically good at reading people. She was rather positive Frank had looked hesitant to leave her place. But, admittedly, she knew that also could just have been wishful thinking on her behalf. Either way, it was enough for her to lament not speaking or doing anything a few nights ago. Don't be fucking stupid, that's -- Before the thoughts could finish, however, her eyes widened as oxygen was abruptly cut off. Suki's eyes widened as she stared down, finding the figure's hand wrapped firmly around her throat. NOOOOOOOO! SHIT, FUCK! NOW WHAT?! Frantic coughs and gasps were all her attacker would hear, though they did seem to occasionally mingle in with frustrated growls and fearful whimpers. SUKI, COME THE FUCK ON! FOCUS! Slipping her fingers in between the man's hand worked ... at least to an extent. It definitely ensured some oxygen kept going, but it didn't do anything when it came to getting him off of her body. I CAN'T, I CAN'T .... SHIT! WORST! FUCKING! TIME! FOR A PANIC ATTACK! Another angered - if not slightly weakened - URGH! would be heard before her head turned away. What started as a look of defeat rapidly turned to a hopeful expression. It was stupid ... maybe even a bit of an amateur idea. But it was the only plan coming to her mind that made any sense at all. Forcing her left hand to move once again, she wrapped her slim fingers around the keychain. And then .... the car began to wail as she pressed down, activating the alarm herself. Her ears ... holy fuck they were ringing and hurting, as well as her head and arms. But to make up for the shitty cameras down here, this would have to be the next best thing. That was all Suki could hope for that he would finally take his own turn to panic and run. Preferably without still holding onto her, too.