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What if he gets free and kills you?” “I will be dead.” “Well, yeah, but don’t I fight for you?”
I will attempt to protect you, although if you are at fault, I may be slow in doing so.”
I don’t know, but it feels like we are a team, and I shouldn’t leave you if it goes wrong.” “I can assure you I would leave you if necessary.”
IMDIUBUFDUS
Yeah, I know, but I’m not you. It feels like a dereliction of duty, like we should be there for each other.” “You keep talking about feelings like they matter.
fuck why is this talk so damn funny
How did it burn down?” “I burned it.”
causal admition to arson
You grew up playing around graves that had your name on them?”
He spits in my mouth. I want him to do it again.
nasty asf
“Now we start cleaning. And you get to do most of the work for being such a shit Witness and not doing as you were told.”
“Clearly you are,” I say as I walk naked to the storeroom and turn on the shower. “You’re a slut too, not that that’s a bad thing.” He looks mortified.
“I can punish you, and I will if I want to. We both know you’d like it. I see the slut in you, Nathan. You can’t hide it from me now I’ve seen it in all its glory.”
I’ve never had a pet, maybe Nathan can be my first - most people start with a goldfish.
“Because this scene was all about humiliation. Do you like humiliation?”
Or am I just kidding myself because I have a case of lust exponential for a man who states he could kill me without blinking an eye.
that’s the thing with the Witness-Handler relationship, nobody is quite sure who is in charge. I mean, obviously it’s me, but Nathan may well believe it is him because he’s not a serial killer.
Maybe there is nothing like a little workplace flirtation to increase productivity.
“It was useful to hear it,” I tell him. “It’s what new colleagues do. It helps us get to know each other, to work as a team.” “Wasn’t fucking your throat enough?”
“Annabel is dead,” I say, without thinking. “Oh, I didn’t know that.” “Sorry, it was a scenario that came up in training, that’s the only reason I know.” “Don’t apologize. I don’t care.”
“You’re going to bend over the bed, Nathan. I’m going to hit you with my belt, and after every stroke you’re going to apologize.” “How many?”
well damn
Nothing kills a swinging habit quicker than pregnancy, particularly when you add in a game of who’s the daddy?
