The cat is out of the bag

"Do you think I won't find out one way or another, Aries?"

CLANG!

The sound of porcelain breaking caressed Aries's ears, but unable to dwell on the stabbing pain in her back as Joaquin pressed his hand into her throat. His eyes were glinting, sneering as he pressed his body against hers to make her feel the shards piercing through the fabrics of her clothes and onto her skin. 

Aries winced, feeling sharp pieces of glass dug deeper into her back. "Joaquin…" she gasped, digging her nails into his wrist. 

"What are you… saying…?" came out a muffled voice through her gritted teeth, still denying the truth until this very second. "… can't breathe…"