Haunted Dreamer
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Oct 3, 2013
He gave a slight shrug of one shoulder, his voice uncaring as he watched her.
"Practiced that a lot in the mirror didn't you, whore."
He didn't even ask it like a question, he asked it like it was a fact of life. He could almost imagine her there the entire morning, running through the script in her head of how this was supposed to go. She would try to be normal, she would confront him. She would dress like a beautiful modern day woman, the kind that deserved respect and attention, and march right on up to the big bad man and let him know that there was no way in hell that she was going to live there anymore.
She wouldn't make a fuss, she wouldn't cause a scene, this was a "civilized world" after all. In this civilized world he politely accepted so as not to have any problems and then she walked off with her victory.
All nice and fucking...tidy.
Instead he cursed at her with those words, called her a whore, treated her like she was gutter trash and he reached out and gripped her throat as if he was grabbing hold of an unruly dog, taking her by the back of her neck and jerking her towards the picnic table. He almost seemed like that, an owner scolding some silly beast that had yipped at him.
"Who did you happen to think you are?"
"Practiced that a lot in the mirror didn't you, whore."
He didn't even ask it like a question, he asked it like it was a fact of life. He could almost imagine her there the entire morning, running through the script in her head of how this was supposed to go. She would try to be normal, she would confront him. She would dress like a beautiful modern day woman, the kind that deserved respect and attention, and march right on up to the big bad man and let him know that there was no way in hell that she was going to live there anymore.
She wouldn't make a fuss, she wouldn't cause a scene, this was a "civilized world" after all. In this civilized world he politely accepted so as not to have any problems and then she walked off with her victory.
All nice and fucking...tidy.
Instead he cursed at her with those words, called her a whore, treated her like she was gutter trash and he reached out and gripped her throat as if he was grabbing hold of an unruly dog, taking her by the back of her neck and jerking her towards the picnic table. He almost seemed like that, an owner scolding some silly beast that had yipped at him.
"Who did you happen to think you are?"