"Oh, Minnie. Sweetheart. You very much do." He reached out with one hand, pulling a lock of her waist-length hair, holding it out and in front of her eyes. It looked nearly black, caked with blood as it was. She swiped his hand out of her face, reaching with her other to grip the front of his own filthy shirt. He was positive she meant to force him backwards, was sure that she intended on giving him just a little bit of pain, and was able to switch their positions with relative ease. Her back thudded against the door with a satisfying smack, one hand sandwiched between her body and his as he pressed into her.