She should feel humiliated. She should feel ashamed, degraded, and all-around fucking gross. Perhaps she does somewhere at the far reaches of herself, knows full-well how she must look, plastered in skeletonised blood and filth and excessively chained on her knees. But all the vampire's haughtiness only makes her grin spready wider, curved and ragged as a knife-wound. Because ultimately very little can touch her; when one has been cast down and despised one's entire life, it's hard to feel the sting of insults. Even in a situation like this.
Never mind that she wants to be fed, hunger twisting in her guts like a blade. Never mind that she wants to be clean and unchained and absolutely anywhere but here. But like fuck is she going to beg for it, or to so much as imply that she wants it. Like fuck is she going to give them anything at all.
Aside from a headache caused by a barrage of utter gaucherie.
"Oh fuck off with that bullshit. It's really fucking cliche, it's boring, it's altogether beneath you is what I'm saying. I'd sooner gouge out my own eyes - you know, if I could reach them - than call you that, you rancid fucking asswipe. You may as well just get on and fucking kill me, unless this is the kinda conversation that fills you with unbridled joy," they'd made a mistake, really, when they'd decided not to gag her. It's one she intends to make them regret if only because it's the only weapon currently left to her, "and if you have to call me anything, may I humbly suggest your worst fucking nightmare? It has a nice ring to it."
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Never mind that she wants to be fed, hunger twisting in her guts like a blade. Never mind that she wants to be clean and unchained and absolutely anywhere but here. But like fuck is she going to beg for it, or to so much as imply that she wants it. Like fuck is she going to give them anything at all.
Aside from a headache caused by a barrage of utter gaucherie.
"Oh fuck off with that bullshit. It's really fucking cliche, it's boring, it's altogether beneath you is what I'm saying. I'd sooner gouge out my own eyes - you know, if I could reach them - than call you that, you rancid fucking asswipe. You may as well just get on and fucking kill me, unless this is the kinda conversation that fills you with unbridled joy," they'd made a mistake, really, when they'd decided not to gag her. It's one she intends to make them regret if only because it's the only weapon currently left to her, "and if you have to call me anything, may I humbly suggest your worst fucking nightmare? It has a nice ring to it."