Gunter was running up the stairs as fast as he could. After hearing the bits and pieces of conversation, he worried for the both of them.
"Zeven, perhaps this is too far-"
"Stay out of this!"
Gunter looked back and forth from Chris to Zeven. Neither looked like they were going to back down. It didn't look like this situation could be stopped now, and getting in the middle was a death sentence. Powerless to stop the situation, Gunter found himself frozen to the floor.
"If I were a man-"
"But you aren't!"
"I'm more of a man than you'll ever be. When you turn into your father, just know I saw it coming!"
"You know what? Fine! You want to make this about being a woman, then so be it!" Zeven grabbed her by her good arm and flung her onto his bed. "You are a woman Chris. That will not change." She struggled beneath him kicking her legs and trying to swing her right arm at him, but nothing would stop him now.
"There will always be someone who is faster than you, or stronger than you, you cannot and will not be able to take care of yourself in every situation. What about now? Right now you are powerless to stop me." To emphasize his point he straddled her hips and pinned her one good arm above her head. "What can you do Chris? What good is pretending to be a man now? When I can easily see the truth." using his free hand he began to fling open the buttons of her blouse, "You can't stop me Chris because you are a woman. and I am bigger than you are. I am stronger, I am faster. The sooner you learn that and submit the easier this will be!
"The only one obsessed with your gender is you. You are the one attaching additional meaning to the word woman. No one else cares. All those men cared about, was that you were smaller and weaker than them."
Chris screamed and struggled underneath him. Her grey eyes were frantic, and glossy. Flailing against him, she couldn't move him an inch.
"In this world only the strong are capable of ruling. Either become stronger or stop crying about it and accept your position."
She rammed her head into his nose. Earning her a yell, as Zeven's already injured nose was rebroken.
"Goddammit Chrysta!"
A silence fell between them. Zeven was still on top of her, his fingers digging into her wrists. Their eyes locked and he realized what he had just said.
"How do you know that name?" Her voice was horse and quiet from screaming.
He had no answer to give her, instead he retracted his hands and stood up, trying to swiftly exit the room, Chris's scream followed him as he left the room.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT NAME!"