[ How many do they bring before her with these words? How many say things like I won't, only to awaken the cruelty within them when faced with the prospect of pain?
It doesn't matter what they want. What he wants--what she wants--they're inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.
It only matters that they prove themselves useful.
Softly, then: ]
I don't care.
[ Blood spit to the side of her, she waits for the door behind him to close before she begins to move, bare feet silently padding a slow, predatory circle. ]
But you're lying. I can smell it on you. The blood. The fear. What a pathetic tool they've thrown to me.
[ Like a snake's hiss, the words hardly rise above the notes of a whisper but carry venom in their wake. Her hands clench again, fingers splaying out, held not tense but loose, ready. ]
no subject
It doesn't matter what they want. What he wants--what she wants--they're inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.
It only matters that they prove themselves useful.
Softly, then: ]
I don't care.
[ Blood spit to the side of her, she waits for the door behind him to close before she begins to move, bare feet silently padding a slow, predatory circle. ]
But you're lying. I can smell it on you. The blood. The fear. What a pathetic tool they've thrown to me.
[ Like a snake's hiss, the words hardly rise above the notes of a whisper but carry venom in their wake. Her hands clench again, fingers splaying out, held not tense but loose, ready. ]