[ the Creature can't help himself, the snort of laughter that comes with her fury and defiance. he presses the tip of his nail against her skin a little harder.]
Excuse? Precious that isn't an excuse.
[ another hum, low and amused as he leans down closer. almost like he might kiss her. but-- he doesn't.
not yet.]
Do you want me to make you bleed or scream my name I wonder.
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Excuse? Precious that isn't an excuse.
[ another hum, low and amused as he leans down closer. almost like he might kiss her. but-- he doesn't.
not yet.]
Do you want me to make you bleed or scream my name I wonder.