#prerebellion

[masteringthemind]

She swallowed roughly, her eyes not leaving the knives. "Me cooperating wouldn't make a difference though, would it?" She pointed out. "You get off on power, so you don't care if I behave or not. If I do, you feel control over me because you scared me into behaving and if I fight you'll enjoy pinning me down. There's no win for me other than the knowledge that you'll never have power over my mind."

He twirled a cold knife between his knuckles. “Oh you’re most definitely right on the surge of power.” The master grinned darkly, feeling the cold metal of every blade as he thumbed thru them.

“However.. You must know something like me. I like to watch the life leave beautiful doe eyes like yours….”

[masteringthemind]

Azalea's body was tense by the time he got behind her. She didn't dare turn around. The smoke blowing by her made her wrinkle her nose, but his words kept her from doing anything stupid. "I'm not an animal." Her voice was small but firm. "You can try to degrade me however you like but I'm a human being and I am not going to obey you."

“Fine.” He walked away from her over to the other side of the table and sat down, staring at her with his feet up, looking like she had won. 

[masteringthemind]

"I still am." She insisted. "This isn't my home." His grin was nothing short of terrifying and she looked at the table so she wouldn't have to see it.

“You’re right….”

He stood and took long drag of his ciggarette walking around the long dining table as he spoke.”

“This? Is housing. You? A pet. A pet? Obeys their master whether they like it or not…” His paces led him behind her seat. He blew his smoke next to her ear and smiled. “Do you want to find out what I do to my pets?”

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"Fine." She replied, her voice small. "Use force. I won't do anything you want me to do." She hissed, a thrill of fear shooting through her at the look he gave her. There was no doubt that he would hurt her, but her pride was in the way of her doing the smart thing. She could submit to him and make it easier on herself, but that would be easier for him as well.

“Oh you wont….” The master’s lips looked they they were frozen in a state that belonged to the jokers. “Now tell me… You used to be homeless is that correct.” He began lighting a cigarette.