Finally there is silence, where there used to be noise.
Her voice.
The voice of your rival, never ceasing to curl into insult and curse. Not just in this long-coming battle, but for years and since the very first day you met her.
Your feud starting over something silly and surface level — something neither you or she can even remember now, so long past.
And yet having your breasts press down on her face, and make mumble out of malicious words brings a warm, satisfied smile to your face as her eyes grow wide.
She realizing, as panic sets in, that no matter how hard she tries to scream at you, the words, at least in a decipherable form, never reach your ears.