THAT got her FULL attention, head whipping up to actually look at him. he had to be kidding, had to be playing some sort of ANGLE, but his stare did not give her that affect. mandy tightened her arms around herself, had half a mind not to COMPLY– one could say that DANGER that frequently bubbled beneath her porcelain skin was creeping to the surface. but NO, she had to PLAY THE VICTIM ; so she did as she was told, WEARILY so. the blonde removed the CLUTCH she had on herself, and downcasted her arms. but not her gaze. that remained HEAVILY on him, laced with well-performed DISGUST.
truth be told, the blonde REALLY couldn’t keep her mouth shut any longer. various responses and rebuttals eating away at her from the get-go. mandy had to BITE HER TONGUE, be the GOOD LITTLE CAPTIVE– after all, that was the ROLE everyone knew her for. her body began to T R E M O R, hands balling up into fists as she regarded him, eyes beginning to STING with freshly brewed tears ; but she FORCED the ARTIFICIAL reactions at bay. this might be her BEST PERFORMANCE yet ! but can she keep it up ??
Otis couldn’t stop the slight laughter that bubbled up at her
reaction, feeling a slight rush of power and glee even with
something nagging at the back of his mind. The tears and
the look of disgust never got old, no matter how much he
found himself doing this. His head tilted to the left slightly,
a smirk playing on his lips, still searching for the slightest
tell that solidify the nagging feeling.
“Very nice,” he hissed, flashing teeth in a predatory smile.
“Yer somethin’ else, ya know that? Ya got the kinda beauty
that men’ll kill over.”
The hand that wasn’t hold the gun lifted, calloused and dirty
finger crooking in a ‘come here’ motion. “Come a lil closer,
mama. And take off that shirt. I wanna see what yer hidin’
under there.”
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