[ Monika jerks back, eyes wide. For a moment, she looks like a normal girl, shocked at hearing a compliment from the guy she's got a crush on. And she should be shocked! For him to do this--to say such a thing--
Her eyes narrow, the darkness settling back into her face. While she truly is touched, somewhere deep inside, that sentiment won't show until she's won this game. He can't keep getting one over on her. She will not be humiliated like this.
She sits up, green eyes empty and cold. As she tugs on her ribbon, letting her hair slink down her back, he's fully regarded as something subhuman. An obstacle to destroy until he's out of the way of her desires. ]
How sweet.
[ Unlike before in that same fabled bed, where she made an amateurish effort to tie him up with her ribbon, that's not the case this time. Instead, she folds it over a few times, meticulous in her work, before jamming the silky fabric into his mouth. Deeper and deeper it goes, until barely any is visible, just the tiniest tip peeking out past his lips. ]
But I don't remember giving you permission to do that.
[ One slap to his cheek, the another follows. A prelude. ]
You're mine. You do what I say.
[ The picnic basket's pulled open. She'd had pure intentions with it, really, with what she wanted out of there. Maybe he'll earn it later. But, for now, she draws out the bottle of champagne she'd been told lay inside by the staff. It's a fine blunt object. Much harder to break than the movies would have you believe.
Monika rises to her feet, using them instead to hold his arms down. And as she grabs the stem of the bottle and sets it on her shoulder, she gives him the sweetest smile, knowing she's giving him exactly what he wants. If anyone's paying them any mind, they're going to keep getting one hell of a show. ]
Shhhhh~
[ She even holds one bloody index finger up to her lips to properly shush him. Then, as if she were wielding a bat, she slams the bottle down against him. It'll continue until he finds some way to pull her out of the black void she sinks into during her most heinous acts, deluding herself into believing the person she's mauling is the one doing all the harm. Who knows what parts of him she hits? Who knows how hard or how long?
This won't stop until he relents. Until she gets what she wants. ]
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Her eyes narrow, the darkness settling back into her face. While she truly is touched, somewhere deep inside, that sentiment won't show until she's won this game. He can't keep getting one over on her. She will not be humiliated like this.
She sits up, green eyes empty and cold. As she tugs on her ribbon, letting her hair slink down her back, he's fully regarded as something subhuman. An obstacle to destroy until he's out of the way of her desires. ]
How sweet.
[ Unlike before in that same fabled bed, where she made an amateurish effort to tie him up with her ribbon, that's not the case this time. Instead, she folds it over a few times, meticulous in her work, before jamming the silky fabric into his mouth. Deeper and deeper it goes, until barely any is visible, just the tiniest tip peeking out past his lips. ]
But I don't remember giving you permission to do that.
[ One slap to his cheek, the another follows. A prelude. ]
You're mine. You do what I say.
[ The picnic basket's pulled open. She'd had pure intentions with it, really, with what she wanted out of there. Maybe he'll earn it later. But, for now, she draws out the bottle of champagne she'd been told lay inside by the staff. It's a fine blunt object. Much harder to break than the movies would have you believe.
Monika rises to her feet, using them instead to hold his arms down. And as she grabs the stem of the bottle and sets it on her shoulder, she gives him the sweetest smile, knowing she's giving him exactly what he wants. If anyone's paying them any mind, they're going to keep getting one hell of a show. ]
Shhhhh~
[ She even holds one bloody index finger up to her lips to properly shush him. Then, as if she were wielding a bat, she slams the bottle down against him. It'll continue until he finds some way to pull her out of the black void she sinks into during her most heinous acts, deluding herself into believing the person she's mauling is the one doing all the harm. Who knows what parts of him she hits? Who knows how hard or how long?
This won't stop until he relents. Until she gets what she wants. ]