❝ infect me with your love and fill me with your poison ❞

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[pimping]

Is this how you thank me then? It's not easy polishing a showgirl into a personal assistant but I can repeat the feat. You could be gone tomorrow.

[sexpository]

[Raising her voice a bit.]

It's not as if he slowly strode out the door, announcing "Excuse me, I'm never coming back."

[pimping]

Didn't you say you could read what was in a man's heart? Their desires? Or is it just what's between their legs that you're able to comprehend?

[sexpository]

Perhaps Robb has learned from you, and he's a better liar than you think.

[pimping]

It's a pity you didn't take the same lessons to heart.

[sexpository]

I'm not the one that ran, I'm subjected to your inquiry no matter what.

[pimping]

Knowing how liable you were, I'm surprised you didn't have more instincts for self-preservation.

[sexpository]

I think you just don't want to admit this was inevitable.

[pimping]

If that's the case, the stars definitely didn't align in your favor.

[sexpository]

Do what you're going to.

[She's cycled from nerves to fear to resignation, and she knows there's no way out, no point in making up stories with him.]

[pimping]

Now, now, let's not get hasty. You may yet redeem yourself.

[sexpository]

Maybe so, but it's not as if the hastiness is unwarranted.

herp new modern account

[masterofbling]

True enough. Now, I have two options at the moment. The usual corporal punishment or...something a bit more creative. You're rather fond of cosmetics, aren't you? Last I checked, you were also an aspiring actress.

oh new modern account you say

[mishandled]

Don't draw it out, just say what you're going to.

perfection 8)

[masterofbling]

As opposed to having you beaten within an inch of your life, I propose we merely perpetuate the ruse once dear Robb returns. It's a lot neater that way, isn't it?

[mishandled]

"Neater."

[A long, long pause.]

I suppose it is.

[masterofbling]

Care to demonstrate the performance of your life?

[mishandled]

If you insist.

[masterofbling]

Put on a show and convince me you're on the verge of death.

[mishandled]

[She thinks about this a moment, trying so hard not to show worry on her face, and nods before turning away.

When she turns back, her eyes are full of tears and her voice is considerably softened, almost choked-sounding.]

I -- please, I -- [And instead of finishing the sentence, she looks up at him with those teary eyes.]

[slotting]

[sigh]

No, no, no. As always, you lack subtlety. Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound?

[mishandled]

[Matching sigh.]

Coach me, then, if I'm so ridiculous.

[slotting]

The tears are overdramatic. Sell me a state of shock. Deaden your gaze and let me see the horrors that befell you through the look in your eyes. Struggle to walk but don't speak or whimper. The adrenaline's kicked in to numb the pain. Walk into the room as if you're spirit's been torn from your body.

[Yes, he does know quite a bit about breaking spirits.]

[mishandled]

[She takes a deep breath, then goes to better make an entrance.

Her struggling walk is about 50% abuse victim, 50% zombie movie extra, but her expression is appropriately blank-but-not-blank, terrifying in its lacking.]

[masterofbling]

Not quite there yet. I'm looking for a wounded gazelle. A ballet dancer who's just taken the last fall of her career and knows it.