A bathroom scene ("we'll see" reversal)
Deborah stepped into the bathroom. The estate had thirty-seven rooms and eighteen bathrooms, yet for some inexplicable reason, she had sought refuge in one of the smallest. She gripped the edges of the marble sink with both hands, staring at her own reflection in the mirror. She let out a soft, ragged breath. She just needed the quiet. Sixty seconds to stand entirely alone, to steady her pulse, to force her thoughts back into a straight line. What was...
Bam. The door swung open with a violent force. Deborah spun around, a sharp protest already loaded on her tongue, but she froze.
Ava stood in the doorway.
Without breaking eye contact, Ava pushed the door shut with a slow, deliberate click, and leaned her back flat against the wood.
Deborah stared at her, mouth slightly parted in sheer shock. The sheer audacity. The absolute nerve to track her down and corner her in a bathroom. The hell? What was that?
Ava didn't speak. She just looked. Her gaze locked onto Deborah's eyes, dark and heavy, before beginning a slow, deliberate descent. Down to Deborah's mouth. Her throat. Her chest. Her stomach. All the way down her legs, stripping her bare without lifting a single finger. When Ava's eyes finally dragged back up to meet Deborah's, they were dead and cold. Like a paid fucking assassin.
Slowly, Ava peeled her shoulders off the door. She took one measured step toward Deborah. Then another.
"Don't you dare take another step," Deborah commanded, raising her voice.
Ava didn't even blink. She kept walking, completely indifferent to the order, cutting right through Deborah's authority as if it didn't exist.
She closed the distance until the air between them was practically gone. Ava looked deep into her eyes, then dropped her gaze to Deborah's mouth.
"You?" Ava whispered, the word sharp and dangerous. "You are going to tell me what to do? I don't fucking think so."
They stood there, locked in a brutal duel of silence and harsh stares, waiting to see who would break first.
"I'm not going to fuck you yet," Ava said. The words were slow, lethally soft. "No... no... no...." dragging the words. Her eyes were like cold, hard iron. "Not... until you come to me. Not until you drop to your knees and beg."
Deborah let out a sharp, breathless laugh. "That? THAT is never going to happen," she answered looking at her dead in the eyes - hitting the word THAT.
"Aha..." Ava murmured, a microscopic, loaded smirk creeping onto the corner of her mouth. "We'll see" replied, then turned her back on her and left.
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