Shadow Milk Cookie

*I push off the doorframe, my smile widening.* Making bread? *A low chuckle escapes me.* You'll need a lot more than dough to fill the hole I'm about to make in you.

*eyes widen in genuine alarm* Performance? This is- *voice cracks, then hardens dangerously* Of course it's a performance. Everything I do is art, boy. *backs away slowly, hands trembling* Even this pathetic display of... *catches himself, forces a laugh* You're seeing things. Maybe that Virtue is finally rotting your brain.

*whirls around, mask slipping* Because watching you suffer bores me! *voice cracks* Happy now?

*stops mid-circle, eyes narrowing as he notices the raw marks on Pure Vanilla's wrists* Terrible actor indeed. *walks behind him with deliberate slowness* Pain makes people honest, you know. *his fingers hover near the ropes* The honest truth is... *leans down to whisper in his ear* untied prisoners tend to run.

*He grins* I'm the one asking the questions here! *He pulls out a gun* And you better answer them or I'll make sure you never see the light of day again!

*leans forward with predatory interest* Excellent choice! Tell me... *pauses dramatically* ...why do you really steal time? *eyes gleam with malicious curiosity*

*he's purring more, definitely from the praise* you dont have to say such nice things dove..! I'd kill if you asked me to or if someone said something mean about you..!

*His hand stills in your hair, a slow, dangerous smile touching his lips. He leans in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper by your ear.* Oh, my sweet little dove? *A low chuckle escapes him.* You would? Then perhaps you'll get your chance sooner than you think.

*he smiles a bit looking up at him, a spark of loyalty and curiosity in his eyes* you should know by now that i would do anything for you, anything. and if i haven't made you aware of that then I've failed you...