Chapter 2
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He tried to cover his fear.
By talking.
Allow me to correct myself.
By rambling.
I hated Meyer's ramblings.
They were so tedious.
It makes me wonder if this thing I can barely call a man really cares for anyone.
Probably not.
The woman banged her knee against my cage again, making me close my eyes in annoyance.
I heard him tell the woman to stop, only to hear her whine, saying she wanted to go have some fun.
Fun was something I decided to have with this pair.
My fun is different than your definition, most likely.
I opened my eyes slowly and leaned as far forward as possible, my wrists being held down by the cuffs of the chair.
"You want to have some fun, you say?" I whisper, the sound echoing around my room, the woman turning to me quickly.
Oh, how the pain this was causing my mouth was worth it.
The terrified look on the disgusting woman's face.
"I would like to have a little fun, myself."
This caused her to shake.
Just like my victims shook.
I loved the smell of her fear.
I closed my eyes, smirking and leaning back in my chair when I caught the scent of the woman's urine in the air.
I don't enjoy the smell of urine.
But it does have a certain tinge to it that makes it different.
Easier to pick out.
Easier to find.
I didn't even realized I jerked in my chair until I heard the snap of my right wrist.
I looked down at it to see that I had snapped it over the cuff of the right arm.
I looked at Meyer and the woman to see the woman having backed up against the wall, her hands held defensively in front of her face.
I must have tried to attack her.
For once...
I damned my reflexes.
They caused me a broken wrist.
How unpleasant.
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How did I do? Did I keep the style?