Text | Marcus & Kassandra
Text: Because you never trust me?
Text: Is that the unwise approach?

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Text | Marcus & Kassandra
Text: Because you never trust me?
Text: Is that the unwise approach?
Text | Marcus & Kassandra
Text: I can play nicely when I feel like it
Text: I was hungry and I complained about it. Very loudly. I already met Pippa and Sully. They were having mobile phone issues.
Text: Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to get one over on me?
Text | Marcus & Kassandra
Text: I’ve made a lot of friends since I’ve been here Text: In your shit??
Text: Glad my little girl has found some playmates.
Text: Don’t play innocent. What the hell is Pippa doing with orders from her master to bring crap to my room?
Text | Marcus & Kassandra
Text: I like Pippa. I don’t want her to fuck off. She’s my friend. Text: You and Sully what’s the story?
Text: You have friends now? Please.
Text: You tell me. What’s he doing in my shit?
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Text: You know a lot of people respect me here in America
Text: These idiots will respect anyone with a pretty face and a shit enough attitude.
Text: Wonderland Text: They would, they know a Goddess when they see one
Text: LOL. I’m torn between find that hot and hilarious ;)
Text: And ignored me since, where I am right now? You got no clue. Text: I'd love a tiara
Text: You tell me then, where are you?
Text: I’m sure your followers would love it.
Not sure what you’re getting at Sir. But if calling me names makes you a strong Dom, go for it. I just saw a friend getting hella raked over the coals and I didn’t like it.
I’m busting your shit, kid. Point is, don’t call them out online like some sort of internet tough guy. Go kick their ass live.
Text: See you keep calling me Princess, but the treatment I'm getting doesn't really match the title
Text: Don’t give me that shit, I carried you.
Text: You want a tiara?
Text: I assumed you'd want to prove who I belonged to. Text: But I guess you don't care who fucks me
Text: On my terms. For my benefit.
Text: Don’t try to manipulate The Great Manipulator, princess.
Text: Basically I have to do a scene in front of the administrators and it requires a partner
Text: You want me to perform like a circus clown in front of the assholes in charge of this place?
Text: Sorry, ain’t happening. I’ll watch though.
Whoever the hell is messing with my friend… fuck off! She told you to leave her alone, so leave her alone.
Gee, that’s convincing. Do you follow every little order you’re given?
Oh, you do? You’re a submissive little bitch? I see.
PM: I would really rather you didn't. Or rather, I'm sure Cassandra would rather you didn't. On account of humans needing to eat or they starve. Not everyone can survive on bile, aggression and alcohol.
PM: Christ, do you drama queens really think I’m going to let her starve? She’s more than capable of fending for herself either way. Also, Kass can survive just fine on aggression and alcohol.
Text: I have to do a demo, you wanna be my partner?
Text: You’re going to have to explain demo...
Back To Bulgaria | Cass & Marcus
Cassandra nodded her head, rested her head against his chest as he walked. “Have you seen my father recently?” She asked, swapping her American accent for her real one and slipping her language back into her native one. “I don’t know if you’ve been to Bulgaria recently..” Her voice was somehow smaller, more trusting.
“Seen him every day,” he spoke in kind. “Every time I look into the mirror.” The man cracked a shit-eating grin. “I was there recently. Not good.”
Text: while she was reliant on me I was never going to be with a mob boss. She looks exactly like me. She could have been killed any day.
Text: That’s right... you just want to BE the mob boss
Text: I don't give a fuck. I'd do anything for my sister. You can believe a lot of bad things about me. But that's one of my few redeeming qualities
Text: Could have done anything for your sister. Could have gotten her out of here, could have matched her up with a nice young gentleman or lady.
Text: I don’t appreciate your excuses.