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yet again combing the depths of my inbox for My Purposes....... in this case, sharing a bit from camcorder kidnapping! :)
As if he’s heard her and is determined to make her life that bit more difficult, River says, “You don’t get many guests around here, do you?” For fuck’s sake. Catherine thinks the words but they have the rough abrasion of Lamb’s voice in her head, which is equally as annoying as whatever it is River thinks he’s doing but for a different reason entirely, and she’s so frustrated by the both of them that she doesn’t notice the fist until it’s already made impact with River’s stomach. It startles out of her: “River!” in this horrible, pitched shriek that is lost amidst the sound of River wheezing where he’s bent double, curled around his stomach. “I told you,” the man says, shaking out his hand with a chilling calm, “you shouldn’t have done that, brat. I also—” He grasps River by the hair and jerks him up, and then his free hand curls again into a fist and hurtles towards River’s spleen “—told you to keep that pretty little mouth shut.” River’s knees give out at the second hit, but the man doesn’t release him. “Guess you haven’t done your research,” he slurs, stupid and taunting and too brave by half. “M’no good at following orders.”