Zuri stood up and Emmet could see his shirt that hung loosely on her small figure. She was so small, but his fear for her was indubitable.
The girl with messy white hair took the bottle that she had tossed away earlier and went back to Emmet's side. She knelt down again, resuming her position from earlier and without preamble, she stuffed it into his mouth.
Zuri then held the top of his head and his chin with both hands and pressed them together until the bottle shattered in his mouth.
Emmet's eyes opened so wide, one would start to think that his eyes would bulge out of their sockets, but his scream of pain was muffled because Zuri still held his head and chin, making the same gesture over and over, so all the sharp pieces of the bottles tore his mouth.
Emmet couldn't even spit out his own blood or the pieces of broken glass, as smaller parts of it hurt his throat, leading him to bleed internally.
