If Death Knight is going to hurt Nina, it's only fair that she should be able to have some revenge. Besides, Jeritza doesn't mind being injured, having endured his share of battle injuries and quite used to it. He knows she will take care of him no matter what happens, and bodies heal. He doesn't mind.
As for the sex... Well, he and Nina have had sex, and he enjoyed it. He supposes he doesn't mind her having sex with his alter, if it's to help her keep control of him. However she deems best to protect herself seems like more of her business than his.
It isn't like she can very well leave Jeritza for his alter, since they share a body and a home. So there is nothing really to worry about... Hopefully.
He allows her to tie him up. She is very skilled at it, which raises questions for him, but he doesn't voice them. He kisses her back before he tries to switch, which is a little hard to do intentionally at times, but the feeling of ropes around his body puts him on edge enough that the Death Knight must sense danger, and comes to the front relatively easily. He disassociates for fifteen seconds or so, and then he's gone.
Death Knight blinks. The first thing he sees is Nina above him. He feels something against his throat, and his arms are pinned under his back.
What the fuck?!
"What is this?!" The sense of danger makes him alert immediately, his gaze wild as he looks up at her and squirms. Ropes bind him tightly, even his ankles.
"Ah, ah..." She tutted, adding just a little more pressure to his throat, body leaning forward slightly. "No need to be rude, good Sir Knight. I just wanted to talk."
The knife in her hand, the hint of venom in her voice, and the promise of violence shining wickedly in her dark eyes most assuredly suggested otherwise. But Nina knew he couldn't do anything, much like she couldn't when he tormented her. The only difference (and reason for the bindings) being that he definitely would try to fight back.
"I figured it was time for a little payback, if I'm honest. I let you get away with a lot of shit last time and, frankly, I don't appreciate being humiliated."
She pulled her foot back to properly straddle his bare chest, blade spun between her fingers before the tip was stabbed downward, paused just before it slid into his pectoral. "I figured this was a language you understood." She pressed the tip into his skin, dragged it down slowly, just deep enough to begin to bleed.
"Talk!" He barks. He, more than anyone, knows a torture setup when he sees one. Or in this case, feels one. He growls like an animal as he strains further against the ropes, but soon finds it futile and decides to save his energy and his pride.
Fine. If she is going to play a game with him, he will simply have to show her she has no power over him.
So though his jaw still clenches and his breath comes heavy with rage, he dulls his response to a simmer.
"Funny for you to speak of humiliation." He's felt humiliated by her since the moment they met. Why do all this?
His eyes lock on the knife as it comes down toward him. He doesn't flinch, just watches. A small slice of pain travels down his chest muscle.
"What is your goal, then? To hurt me? To scare me?" His tone is incredibly mocking.
"To prove that you're not the only one in control." She said, drawing another line with the knife, right beside the first. "Jeritza makes me hesitate when you switch out. I'm fast, but seeing him even when you're out makes it so fucking hard to think. But he knows what you do, what you've done to me, and even he's okay with a little arranged payback."
She did not specify, and maybe that was the point, all of what she told Jeritza. Nina sank the blade in a little harder the third time, carving down a long, jagged line. "I've played nice. But now you're going to listen, and we're going to discuss this like adults."
Nina smiled; cocked her head. Did she tell him? No. Of course not. He knew they had sex but she would never divulge the details to sweet Jeritza. It would break his heart.
But the look of concern, brief as it was, was a pleasure in itself.
Nina went over the first line, then the second, digging deeper before she pulled back, looking satisfied. She traced all three of them with her fingertip slowly, pressing into the wound and pulled back with a blood coated finger that she teasingly booped against his nose.
"I already did." It was an "N" etched in his skin, mirrored against the D on her own body.
She only smiles at his question, which he discerns as her toying with him. Still, it irks him. Then he notices the precision with which she's wielding the knife. Uncharacteristic for such an angry girl, which means- she's drawing something.
Her words confirm- she's branded him. He looks down, sees and feels her finger drawing the N.
"What. Did. You. Do." The words come low and sharp between gritted teeth. Please keep fingers away from the bars. He will bite you.
He suddenly jerks forward, using powerful core strength to try to sit up, despite her weight atop him, trying to essentially buck her off. He winces and grunts as their body weights roll over his wrists, pressing them hard into the ropes and the floor.
"Exactly what you fucking did to me, asshole. And Jeritza will keep it. I know he will." And the Knight will have to see it every. Fucking. Time. he came out.
Nina was strong, but even with her muscle she didn't weigh that much. She jerked back, feet planted on the ground, and shoved herself back into him, essentially bouncing back down on his chest. She pressed the knifepoint under his chin.
"Don't act so fucking childish. We can be reasonable here, you and I. I gave you my body to do whatever you want, and all I'm asking is you give me even a little fucking respect if we have to work together to keep everyone alive."
"You ask for my respect after you brand me?! Don't be foolish!" He spits, snarling.
"I do not respect those who degrade me as their property. And what a shame, as you were just beginning to earn it."
The knife under his chin doesn't scare him. Any thought of admiration he had for her strength is out the window now that she's branded him. Besides, she won't kill her darling Jeritza, so what is the point of threatening his life?
"You fucking branded me!" She shouted back, pulling the knife from his neck and stabbing it into his shoulder, digging it deep into muscle. "And you won't let me fucking heal it! You make Jeritza stare at it every fucking day because you want to own me and I fucking let you!"
Nina was furious, all mirth and amusement at his situation vanishing. "Don't fucking bullshit me, Knight. I'm just asking for some fucking decency with this agreement. Brand me and fuck me and hurt me all you want, but don't humiliate me again. I'm giving you what you want, but not if it hurts Jeritza."
Ignore that she was hurting him now. But she had gotten permission. "I didn't tell him what happened, but I will if you don't get your shit together. And I will fucking kill you and beg his forgiveness when he gets back if you don't start working with me."
He does let out a small grunt as she stabs him, from the pain and the surprise. He grits his teeth and watches, unimpressed, as she throws her tantrum.
"You are not making sense. Where is the line between hurting, fucking, branding, and humiliation? Be specific about the limits of our agreement."
He's angry, but they are never going to sort this if they can't come to an arrangement that works. He did what he did because she let him. If he is to respect her boundaries, he needs to be told very clearly what they are. It isn't like he can read her mind, and he doesn't have empathy as a skill to rely on. He cannot fathom what might humiliate her.
"You think a person like me is afraid of Inferna? Killing me will only hurt him, and I will have you to thank for torturing him for me."
Her telling others about the sex, that is the true power she holds over him, but he'd rather she didn't know that.
He had her dead to fucking rights. She wouldn't actually kill him, but the thought had crossed her mind more than once. The cons surely outweighed the pros though - Jeritza didn't deserve Inferna, even if the knight did.
"Think about it this way." She said, pulling the knife free and tracing the tip along his collarbone, not quite pressing in there yet. "Even you were ashamed of how you acted with me, how you treated me while you fucked me bloody on the couch. We had an agreement not to tell Jeritza because it would break his fucking heart, or whatever your logic was. I've said you could hurt me, cut me, abuse my body all you want, but if you're sticking your dick in me, it's going to be with my full permission. Don't do something you think you have to hide from him, and we'll be golden."
He grunts again as she pulls the knife out of him. Good thing they aren't on another piece of furniture this time. She must have had the foresight. She and Jeritza planned this. If the two are in cahoots against him, that's not good. He needs more leverage.
"You misunderstand, Nina. I was not ashamed because I humiliated you. I did not know that I humiliated you. I was ashamed to succumb to sexual desire of any sort. It is base and beneath me. It had nothing to do with you or Jeritza. I do not care if it breaks his poor little heart. In fact, I would enjoy that. I simply don't want others to know my private desires."
His tone is oddly even, lacking the rage from moments before. He realizes that part of their problem may lie in not understanding each other whatsoever. He is blinded by a lack of empathy, she is blinded by too much of it.
"If the line is to get your permission for such acts, I can abide that. There is no need for all this foolishness."
That's not— that wasn't what was supposed to happen. Nina actually looked surprised by the evenness of his tone and the willingness to talk — something she had chalked up last time to a one-off event where he realized he had fucked up.
"I don't understand you." She said. "Why would you want to break his heart — aren't you meant to protect him?" She asked, knife still held and poised to strike, but unmoving otherwise. "And why be ashamed — sex is a good outlet for your shit. One I'm even willing to indulge in."
Because in the end, he was a part of Jeritza. A part she would have to live with. They had to live with each other. She was in too deep now.
"There is a need. If I agree now and let you go, you'll just go off on me."
"I suppose. I protect both of us. But I hate him."
Simple as that.
His lip curls in disgust at the mention of sex as an outlet.
"Sex requires a person to be vulnerable. That is too dangerous for someone like me. It allows you, or whoever I partake with, the opportunity to hurt me."
He cocks his head at her assessment, her prediction of what he will do if she lets him go. Interesting.
"You seem to view me as some kind of animal. And I suppose that assessment makes sense based on your experiences with me... But it is incorrect. I am human. I am capable of reason and complex thought, and I am capable of coming to a mutually beneficial agreement with another party. I have done so in the past. If you have a proposal that benefits both of us, I will hear it."
"Not if I submit to you." She said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I don't know if you've caught on yet, but I'm into pain— into more shit you do to me than you might expect. If it's consensual, I'd let you do whatever you wanted while you fucked me. Minus, you know, killing me." And once she agreed to it. As stated already.
She narrowed her eyes down at him. This could be a ploy. She glanced to the wounds, to the blood trickling to the floor, half tempted to smear it across him like he did to her. Wasn't even worth it now.
Nina relaxed, still sitting on his chest, legs spread so her feet rested beside his head, arms on her knees while she regarded him. "Well, take into account everything I said so far — along with the added caveat that if you do decide to partake in sex again, that it's only with me. You're still sharing. And I'm still a jealous bitch, even with you."
"I will get your permission, then. Just do not expect me to read your mind. I have no sense of what you find humiliating. If it needs to stop, just say that."
She allowed him to fuck her, so he thought she must be fine with it.
Asking permission feels degrading, but he used to do such things with Her Majesty, because she offered him something in return. As long as Nina does not think she's above him, it should be fine.
"Fine. I had no plans to have sex at all." Not even with her. But that went sideways. He does find it odd that she would feel jealous of him fucking someone else, but then, he finds most emotions odd. Especially hers. Her relentless caring. Disgusting.
It wasn't... entirely his fault, honestly. Nina had a lot of confusing feelings during the whole ordeal, and he was right, he couldn't read her mind, but sometimes even she couldn't understand why her brain worked the way it did. Being tortured and enduring the pain of it was one thing; being shoved down and fucked by a man ripping into her flesh when she didn't agree to all that was another, whether she wanted to fuck him or not.
"Looks like plans changed. I'd consider your options — you were far easier to deal with after we fucked." She'd make a joke about post-nut clarity, but it would be lost on him. "Hypothetically, if I let you go right now — what's your plan?"
Nina spun the knife between her fingers, glancing down at her handiwork. Didn't go nearly as far as she thought she might, but there was an odd swelling of pride in seeing her initial carved into his chest.
"And?" She asked. "Can't imagine you're just going to sit around after that. Or would you let Jeritza back out?" A beat. "I'm not going to lie, you being reasonable and civil is actually making you more attractive."
"I mean. If you want." She said with a shrug, knife set under the ropes around his chest and thrust upward to cut them. She leaned back to stand and help sit him up enough to cut the bindings on his wrist. "I feel like our mutual understanding has been very beneficial to our relationship. If not, I'll just wait for Jeritza to come back."
Look. She was horny while hurting him and, somehow, him being reasonable was also pretty hot.
He grunts softly as he sits up and slowly moves his arms, which are stiff, sore, and numb. His left shoulder hurts where she stabbed him, and will hurt even more when it isn't numb anymore. He moves them carefully, looking down at himself. Shirtless and covered in blood.
"You're quick to move from torture to fucking, girl. Careful, you don't want to be accused of being like me."
His hands lay limp on his lap for a while as they wake up. The pins and needles feel worse than being stabbed, almost.
"I'll see how I feel after I examine the fucking brand you gave me."
"No one really said I wasn't." She admitted, pressing her fingers into his shoulders — away from the wounds and into his muscles. Only for a few seconds, figuring he wouldn't suffer more than that, even if she was helping. "Difference is I don't kill people... usually. Get the same rush of adrenaline from fighting as I do fucking though, that's all." At least she was self-aware.
She stood up again, knife tucked away safely on her person, over to the sink to wet a cloth she had already brought out... for Jeritza. But whatever.
"A brand for a brand." She said, handing him the damp, warm cloth. "Let me get rid of mine and you can get rid of yours."
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As for the sex... Well, he and Nina have had sex, and he enjoyed it. He supposes he doesn't mind her having sex with his alter, if it's to help her keep control of him. However she deems best to protect herself seems like more of her business than his.
It isn't like she can very well leave Jeritza for his alter, since they share a body and a home. So there is nothing really to worry about... Hopefully.
He allows her to tie him up. She is very skilled at it, which raises questions for him, but he doesn't voice them. He kisses her back before he tries to switch, which is a little hard to do intentionally at times, but the feeling of ropes around his body puts him on edge enough that the Death Knight must sense danger, and comes to the front relatively easily. He disassociates for fifteen seconds or so, and then he's gone.
Death Knight blinks. The first thing he sees is Nina above him. He feels something against his throat, and his arms are pinned under his back.
What the fuck?!
"What is this?!" The sense of danger makes him alert immediately, his gaze wild as he looks up at her and squirms. Ropes bind him tightly, even his ankles.
"Unbind me, wench!"
Not good. Very bad.
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The knife in her hand, the hint of venom in her voice, and the promise of violence shining wickedly in her dark eyes most assuredly suggested otherwise. But Nina knew he couldn't do anything, much like she couldn't when he tormented her. The only difference (and reason for the bindings) being that he definitely would try to fight back.
"I figured it was time for a little payback, if I'm honest. I let you get away with a lot of shit last time and, frankly, I don't appreciate being humiliated."
She pulled her foot back to properly straddle his bare chest, blade spun between her fingers before the tip was stabbed downward, paused just before it slid into his pectoral. "I figured this was a language you understood." She pressed the tip into his skin, dragged it down slowly, just deep enough to begin to bleed.
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Fine. If she is going to play a game with him, he will simply have to show her she has no power over him.
So though his jaw still clenches and his breath comes heavy with rage, he dulls his response to a simmer.
"Funny for you to speak of humiliation." He's felt humiliated by her since the moment they met. Why do all this?
His eyes lock on the knife as it comes down toward him. He doesn't flinch, just watches. A small slice of pain travels down his chest muscle.
"What is your goal, then? To hurt me? To scare me?" His tone is incredibly mocking.
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She did not specify, and maybe that was the point, all of what she told Jeritza. Nina sank the blade in a little harder the third time, carving down a long, jagged line. "I've played nice. But now you're going to listen, and we're going to discuss this like adults."
Adults with knives and revenge on the mind.
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"You told him about...?"
He actually does look a little concerned as he says that. No one was to know!
He continues not to flinch at her drawing with the knife. It hurts, but he has a high pain tolerance, and he won't be giving her the satisfaction.
"What are we to discuss, then? Or are you going to draw the message into my skin, rancid girl?"
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But the look of concern, brief as it was, was a pleasure in itself.
Nina went over the first line, then the second, digging deeper before she pulled back, looking satisfied. She traced all three of them with her fingertip slowly, pressing into the wound and pulled back with a blood coated finger that she teasingly booped against his nose.
"I already did." It was an "N" etched in his skin, mirrored against the D on her own body.
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Her words confirm- she's branded him. He looks down, sees and feels her finger drawing the N.
"What. Did. You. Do." The words come low and sharp between gritted teeth. Please keep fingers away from the bars. He will bite you.
He suddenly jerks forward, using powerful core strength to try to sit up, despite her weight atop him, trying to essentially buck her off. He winces and grunts as their body weights roll over his wrists, pressing them hard into the ropes and the floor.
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Nina was strong, but even with her muscle she didn't weigh that much. She jerked back, feet planted on the ground, and shoved herself back into him, essentially bouncing back down on his chest. She pressed the knifepoint under his chin.
"Don't act so fucking childish. We can be reasonable here, you and I. I gave you my body to do whatever you want, and all I'm asking is you give me even a little fucking respect if we have to work together to keep everyone alive."
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"I do not respect those who degrade me as their property. And what a shame, as you were just beginning to earn it."
The knife under his chin doesn't scare him. Any thought of admiration he had for her strength is out the window now that she's branded him. Besides, she won't kill her darling Jeritza, so what is the point of threatening his life?
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Nina was furious, all mirth and amusement at his situation vanishing. "Don't fucking bullshit me, Knight. I'm just asking for some fucking decency with this agreement. Brand me and fuck me and hurt me all you want, but don't humiliate me again. I'm giving you what you want, but not if it hurts Jeritza."
Ignore that she was hurting him now. But she had gotten permission. "I didn't tell him what happened, but I will if you don't get your shit together. And I will fucking kill you and beg his forgiveness when he gets back if you don't start working with me."
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"You are not making sense. Where is the line between hurting, fucking, branding, and humiliation? Be specific about the limits of our agreement."
He's angry, but they are never going to sort this if they can't come to an arrangement that works. He did what he did because she let him. If he is to respect her boundaries, he needs to be told very clearly what they are. It isn't like he can read her mind, and he doesn't have empathy as a skill to rely on. He cannot fathom what might humiliate her.
"You think a person like me is afraid of Inferna? Killing me will only hurt him, and I will have you to thank for torturing him for me."
Her telling others about the sex, that is the true power she holds over him, but he'd rather she didn't know that.
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"Think about it this way." She said, pulling the knife free and tracing the tip along his collarbone, not quite pressing in there yet. "Even you were ashamed of how you acted with me, how you treated me while you fucked me bloody on the couch. We had an agreement not to tell Jeritza because it would break his fucking heart, or whatever your logic was. I've said you could hurt me, cut me, abuse my body all you want, but if you're sticking your dick in me, it's going to be with my full permission. Don't do something you think you have to hide from him, and we'll be golden."
Well. As golden as this could be.
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"You misunderstand, Nina. I was not ashamed because I humiliated you. I did not know that I humiliated you. I was ashamed to succumb to sexual desire of any sort. It is base and beneath me. It had nothing to do with you or Jeritza. I do not care if it breaks his poor little heart. In fact, I would enjoy that. I simply don't want others to know my private desires."
His tone is oddly even, lacking the rage from moments before. He realizes that part of their problem may lie in not understanding each other whatsoever. He is blinded by a lack of empathy, she is blinded by too much of it.
"If the line is to get your permission for such acts, I can abide that. There is no need for all this foolishness."
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"I don't understand you." She said. "Why would you want to break his heart — aren't you meant to protect him?" She asked, knife still held and poised to strike, but unmoving otherwise. "And why be ashamed — sex is a good outlet for your shit. One I'm even willing to indulge in."
Because in the end, he was a part of Jeritza. A part she would have to live with. They had to live with each other. She was in too deep now.
"There is a need. If I agree now and let you go, you'll just go off on me."
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Simple as that.
His lip curls in disgust at the mention of sex as an outlet.
"Sex requires a person to be vulnerable. That is too dangerous for someone like me. It allows you, or whoever I partake with, the opportunity to hurt me."
He cocks his head at her assessment, her prediction of what he will do if she lets him go. Interesting.
"You seem to view me as some kind of animal. And I suppose that assessment makes sense based on your experiences with me... But it is incorrect. I am human. I am capable of reason and complex thought, and I am capable of coming to a mutually beneficial agreement with another party. I have done so in the past. If you have a proposal that benefits both of us, I will hear it."
Still just casually bleeding onto the floor.
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She narrowed her eyes down at him. This could be a ploy. She glanced to the wounds, to the blood trickling to the floor, half tempted to smear it across him like he did to her. Wasn't even worth it now.
Nina relaxed, still sitting on his chest, legs spread so her feet rested beside his head, arms on her knees while she regarded him. "Well, take into account everything I said so far — along with the added caveat that if you do decide to partake in sex again, that it's only with me. You're still sharing. And I'm still a jealous bitch, even with you."
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She allowed him to fuck her, so he thought she must be fine with it.
Asking permission feels degrading, but he used to do such things with Her Majesty, because she offered him something in return. As long as Nina does not think she's above him, it should be fine.
"Fine. I had no plans to have sex at all." Not even with her. But that went sideways. He does find it odd that she would feel jealous of him fucking someone else, but then, he finds most emotions odd. Especially hers. Her relentless caring. Disgusting.
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It wasn't... entirely his fault, honestly. Nina had a lot of confusing feelings during the whole ordeal, and he was right, he couldn't read her mind, but sometimes even she couldn't understand why her brain worked the way it did. Being tortured and enduring the pain of it was one thing; being shoved down and fucked by a man ripping into her flesh when she didn't agree to all that was another, whether she wanted to fuck him or not.
"Looks like plans changed. I'd consider your options — you were far easier to deal with after we fucked." She'd make a joke about post-nut clarity, but it would be lost on him. "Hypothetically, if I let you go right now — what's your plan?"
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"Well, first I would have to wait for my arms to stop being numb."
The tingling was quite uncomfortable, and now he cannot feel them at all, other than his aching shoulders that have been wrenched back.
"Then, probably clean myself up."
It doesn't seem in his best interest to attack her right after they've made a deal. He can be civil, when he wants to be.
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"And?" She asked. "Can't imagine you're just going to sit around after that. Or would you let Jeritza back out?" A beat. "I'm not going to lie, you being reasonable and civil is actually making you more attractive."
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"I have no particular plans. What, are you asking if I'm going to fuck you?"
He thought she was trying to make sure he wouldn't hurt her. Now she's calling him attractive...?
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"I mean. If you want." She said with a shrug, knife set under the ropes around his chest and thrust upward to cut them. She leaned back to stand and help sit him up enough to cut the bindings on his wrist. "I feel like our mutual understanding has been very beneficial to our relationship. If not, I'll just wait for Jeritza to come back."
Look. She was horny while hurting him and, somehow, him being reasonable was also pretty hot.
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"You're quick to move from torture to fucking, girl. Careful, you don't want to be accused of being like me."
His hands lay limp on his lap for a while as they wake up. The pins and needles feel worse than being stabbed, almost.
"I'll see how I feel after I examine the fucking brand you gave me."
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She stood up again, knife tucked away safely on her person, over to the sink to wet a cloth she had already brought out... for Jeritza. But whatever.
"A brand for a brand." She said, handing him the damp, warm cloth. "Let me get rid of mine and you can get rid of yours."
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His expression turns puzzled as she touches him and hands him a cloth. What are they, friends now? Tch.
He ignores the continued needles in his hands and starts to clean the blood off himself with the cloth.
"Fine. I don't care," he grumbles. The brand was mostly fun to give, a short-term rush of power, not something he actually really cares about.
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Cw back to sexist shit again lol
Stay classy dk
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