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Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 29, 2012 0:59:47 GMT -5
The look in Danna's eyes wasn't even close to anything Galen had seen from her before. It was enough to pause his rage, and he just watched her, studying that faraway look in her eyes, listening as she spoke so quietly Galen could hardly hear her. She didn't need to do anything else for him to understand the depth of the connection Danna had shared with that man. It was so strange to think that something like that had existed. Galen had always looked at his targets and at any Dark witch or wizard as something less than human, a vile, evil monster. To think that she'd been in love, had a relationship at that level... it was mind-boggling to him. He almost missed that fire that had suddenly gone out in her eyes. He wanted it back; he actually did. He...
Galen jerked his head up as Christian came in, dragging Dylan down the stairs. Galen jerked forward in his chains, not even feeling the pain in his body as the hatred came roaring back. He would watch every Deville burn in hell a thousand times and it would never be enough. It was too much for him to bear as Christian slammed Dylan into the wall, before his daughter finally recognized him, asking him if this was where he had been, trying to tell him about the investigation she had started before Danna put her cigarette out on Dylan's neck.
"No spawn of yours will ever be half what she is," Galen growled, jerking at his chains again. Danna was fucking cheating, chaining him up like this. What he wouldn't give to take her on with the two of them evenly matched.
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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 29, 2012 1:20:30 GMT -5
Christian gave Danna a concerned, questioning look that she barely noticed. She hardly even heard Galen speak, and she didn't quite have it in her to respond. It was so hard to regain herself, but she knew the show had to go on, that she couldn't give up now, no matter how little she cared about this. If she knew anything it was that she had to keep going, no matter the cost.
"I don't want them to be half. They're better," Danna remarked quietly.
"Let us go! Do you think chaining people up makes you strong?" Dylan spat.
"I think it makes me the one in charge," she muttered, walking over to her selection of weapons. She needed to gather more of her rage, more of something other than this emptiness. Danna couldn't work like this. She needed something fueling her. How embarrassing would it be to not even be able to properly torture someone on their first day. Paul wouldn't want this. He would want to see her shine, in her element. They'd make a game of it.
"What should I use on Dylan first?" Danna asked, forcing her voice to be louder, trying to push more life into it as her fingers ran across the leather of her whips and the wood of her canes.
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