“I may be the daughter of a whore,” she breathes, low and thunderous, “but at least I’m no son of a merciless killer who would watch you die before his empire.” Her voice is low but harsh enough to cut. “I may be motherless, but so are you, by your mother’s choice.” She stands on her toes, close enough for me to taste her words. “I may be wasted rat’s cum, but I live among you.” She smiles. “Now tell me, how fucking beneath you am I really?” “Not even close enough for what I want.”
