The turn of events was to be expected, but not so soon. Damien was mildly surprised at Genevieve's tactic at gaining the upper hand. He was sure his nose was broken; blood was already everywhere, over both himself and the angel now above him. She had even managed to get her hands free, though that left her throat vulnerable to more pressure from the chains.

They were now locked in a battle of who would give up first. Her hands were wrPped tightly around his neck, only getting tighter as the seconds ticked by. He was able to shorten the chain by wrapping it around his hands further to pull it more tauntly around her throat. He had no plans of letting go until Genevieve gave in to lack of oxygen. At least, that's what he had planned.

As they locked eyes, Damien was able to see the hesitance there, behind all the forced hate and hostility. He had forgotten what he had seen those couple of days ago, the hesitance toward torture. Even on something like him.

He smiled almost cruelly as his grip loosened somewhat on the chains, allowing her to take very small breaths, but breaths nonetheless. He bared his neck just a tad more, already seeing spots in his vision, and closed his eyes, welcoming the darkness that followed.

He would let her win this round, but in the end, who was the real winner?