There is no way I can justify this... :'D
[ lamb to the slaughter ]
She trembles ever so slightly where she stands; her head bent, her hands curled into fists. He could hardly call her willing, but then he doesn't want her to be. What fun is there with the lamb that chooses the slaughter?
---there is the memory of a girl, of a bright smile, of an unassuming face. "Captain!" she cries. "Captain Aizen!" and for a moment he feels something like---
It was different then. His smirk deepens, hardens, at the thought. His little Hinamori had been an interesting diversion in the time the first stage of his plot had come to fruition, but that had regrettably come to an end. Maybe it was time to find to find another... diversion.
"Orihime," he murmurs, his voice too low to echo though he can see her flinch as though it had. He can see her resist the temptation to look at his voice, the curiosity over his pause, and it pleases him.
"I have... plans for you."