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@hannah-moss
I'm in the mood for something,
If you’re going to speak out of turn, at least attempt to make your words something of value. Otherwise, keep them to yourself.
Hannah huffed a little and clamped her mouth shut, watching him in case he told her to do anything.
I'm in the mood for something,
M-me?
"Someone should have already taken care of this." He moved to her cell, letting it swing open and close behind him. "Take a seat and let me see it," he ordered, nodding towards her cot.
"It's really nothing much. A scratch." She was lying, she could feel it, but Hannah followed his directions and sat.
"What happened?"
"The zombies. One of them grabbed me and scratched me."
"At last that's not infected." Hannah mumbled to herself, looking at the large cut on her ankle.
"I wasn’t." He shrugged, watching her eye to blanket. "Good luck."
Hannah paused before ripping it off, wrapping it around her bleeding ankle.
"No can do. That’s basically me killing you, which means I’d have to pay that money, and to be for real with you, I don’t think you’re worth it."
"You're not the first person to say that, so don't worry." As they sat there, hannah noticed a seam falling off in her blanket, and ideas formed.
"Then kill yourself." Michael himself knew what it was like to taste death, to find yourself crawling away from its cold grasp. His father had seen to that. But as much as he hated being a werewolf, and how he despised anything to do with his pack, the man wasn’t ready to do.
"Get me a rope. Or a knife. I can deal with either."
"What child actually knows how to take care of their shit? Or truly has any desire to do so? And honestly, it’s probably more than hundreds, but whatever. I’m not saying it’s normal by human standards, but by supernatural it is. And guess what? Some whiny bitch in a cell isn’t going to change that. In fact, it might just set you up as the next corpse in the Chateau.”
"I wouldn't exactly be upset of that was the case. Being dead is better than being here." She knew what it was like to be on the brink of death, and to be brought back. Frankly, she would have rather they let her die.
"Awesome. Let’s pretend, for the sake of this pointless argument, that you are in fact, a doll. Barbie doll, Cabbage Patch Kid, I don’t really give a fuck. And because this isn’t so far off base, let’s go ahead and say I’m a child that owns you. I could literally do whatever I wanted to you. Add shit, take away shit, all of it." He crossed his arms over his chest. "But even with all those endless possibilities, maybe a month from now, maybe a year, you will still be the same doll I bought. Older, dirtier, but you’ll have lost the shine that attracted me in the first place. And I’m going to want a new toy. So what it comes down to is this: Masters are like children. Nothing holds their interest for long."
"So we are kidnapped and trapped on an island with a group of sex-hungry children that don't know how to take care of their shit. Great. But just because you get bored with them doesn't mean you have to kill them. Hundreds of people you've killed. Hundreds. And you're just going to act like that's normal? Like a child with a toy."
"Shut the fuck up, Hannah." His voice didn’t raise, but the order was clear as he glared down at her. "I didn’t ask for a goddamn lecture, did I? I asked you one simple fucking question: Have you ever had a toy?"
Hannah rolled her eyes. "Yes." She snapped, knowing exactly where this was going.
Michael shifted his weight, gaze locked onto the woman’s. “You ever had a toy?”
"Human and toys are completely different things." Hannah said. As a doctor, she was a firm believer in the human possibility. "Humans learn, we change. Toys never change. They can't feel, they don't know the difference between right and wrong. They can't feel pain, they don't know suffering. How would you feel if you were locked in this cage, Michael. Trapped like an animal. Put on display like a zoo animal. How would you feel?"
"Kidnapping is a lot easier than you might think," he explained. "And people are a plenty."
"But you still have to get us in here. Why work that hard when you already have ones here?"
