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〔 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 〕
❝ Hatred is hardly a sin.
It is proof that something was worth burning for. ❞
⟡ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. ⟡ ㅤ
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( . . . )
𝕬 thin, ragged whisper escaped her, each syllable strained beneath the choking metal 。
❛ I’ll behave … I’ll behave 。 ❜
𝕾he kept her eyes lowered, making the lie sound almost pitifully sincere 。
𝕿he blade kissed Jeanne’s throat, its cold edge almost lost beneath the collar’s brutal pressure 。 Every breath scraped through the narrow space left to her 。 Her furious stare held Scarlett’s … then gradually lowered 。
( . . . )
𝕵eanne lifted her head as far as the choking restraint permitted 。 Her glare never left the woman above her 。
❛ You fucking bitch … take this collar off, and I’ll make you regret every second of this 。 ❜
( . . . )
𝕬 flash of fabric descended before Jeanne could spit another insult 。 Her eyes widened as it was shoved between her teeth, swallowing the furious words already rising in her throat 。
❛ MMPH—! FFFUCK Y—MMGH! ❜
( . . . )
𝕳er heels struck the wet floor as she bucked against the collar 。 The chain jerked taut, crushing her back down 。 Jeanne snapped her jaw shut on the fabric and clawed at it with bare fingers 。
𝕿he invisible weight pressed Jeanne deeper into the slick tiles, forcing a sharp breath between her fangs 。 Flat on her back, silver hair spread beneath her, she tracked Scarlett’s approach with murderous defiance 。
( . . . )
𝕭efore she could retaliate, cold metal locked around her throat 。 The chain snapped taut and hauled her backward 。 Her feet skidded across wet stone before she hit the floor with a sickening crack 。
( . . . )
𝕬ir fled her lungs 。 Water splashed across the tiles as Jeanne twisted onto one elbow, fingers digging beneath the collar in a furious attempt to wrench it loose 。 Blood still stained her sharpened teeth 。
𝕿he first knee drove into Jeanne’s ribs, wringing a muffled snarl from her bloodied mouth 。 The second struck harder 。 Her fangs tore free of Scarlett’s shoulder as pain shot through her side 。
𝕿he saber’s sudden appearance drew Jeanne’s gaze toward its gleaming edge 。 She tilted her head, studying the weightless-looking weapon before glancing back at Quinella 。 At last, something more entertaining than conversation 。
( . . . )
𝕬 dark sword slid from its sheath, magenta light gathering along the black steel 。 Jeanne rolled her wrist, testing its balance 。
❛ An entire day at my mercy? You’re making this far too tempting 。 ❜
𝕿he metallic stench greeted Jeanne before the doctor’s voice did 。 Her gaze slipped past the bloodied instruments and settled upon the immense creature 。 When it lowered its reptilian head, her eyes widened with delight 。
( . . . )
𝕬 wicked satisfaction crossed her face as she turned toward Fran 。 For once, even Jeanne struggled to find an insult worthy of the occasion 。
❛ Doctor … you beautiful madwoman 。 You’ve outdone yourself 。 ❜













