Now his voice was louder than ever at a volume so increasing. The echoing in her pan was sounding like all around her surroundings. Everything he said was engraved to her malleable pan. The closeness was to become stronger than it did in the past, an urge to kill would steadily seed itself into her. The ex-huntress’s claws haven’t been wielded in perigees, still hidden below her human bed in the old cell room she’s neglected. Mind alteration aside, she was always looking forward to dusting off those claws.
"I understand. Daddy is my world, my everything. He’ll never leave me beclaws I will always think about him. If killing is what makes Daddy happy, I will do it. Your happiness is my own."
"GOOD GIRL."
His eyes faded to normal. It was done. He stood up, pulling her to her feet with him, smiling down at her. His thumb caressed her cheek gently.















