[his lips quirk into a grin at the mention of loser. at least she's stepping up her game; at least she isn't boring, the greatest sin of all when courting seto kaiba.
he might look back on this later with some regrets. or a lot of regrets. thinking back to that night, the night where they tore into each other, where he fucked her over and over again until she shoved him off, it feels like he's ignoring all of his own advice. because while he tore into her, he also cleaned and bandaged her up and treated her with kindness.
but there was nothing kind about this. there was nothing kind about cutting someone open with glass and then extending them the same offer. he's spiraling, she's spiraling, they both are, and he recognizes it: this was indeed exactly the sort of thing tech warned him about. she's toxic, he's toxic. tech warned him about poison; he pursued it anyway.
too bad he doesn't care anymore. she belongs here. he belongs here. they both do, way down in hell and sinking further by the second.]
Don't dictate to me.
[he grips the shard and plunges it into her shoulder. he doesn't hesitate, knows he'd just get scolded if he did, and he doesn't want to hear that from her. he doesn't to hear anything other more moaning, more groaning, more screaming. she's not there yet, but she's close. so he just holds the shard in place, twisting it to leave a nice big hole.]
Come on. Beg. I know you like doing it.
[there's a ridiculous amount of blood pooling beneath them now. but he pays it no mind, parroting her own words:]
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he might look back on this later with some regrets. or a lot of regrets. thinking back to that night, the night where they tore into each other, where he fucked her over and over again until she shoved him off, it feels like he's ignoring all of his own advice. because while he tore into her, he also cleaned and bandaged her up and treated her with kindness.
but there was nothing kind about this. there was nothing kind about cutting someone open with glass and then extending them the same offer. he's spiraling, she's spiraling, they both are, and he recognizes it: this was indeed exactly the sort of thing tech warned him about. she's toxic, he's toxic. tech warned him about poison; he pursued it anyway.
too bad he doesn't care anymore. she belongs here. he belongs here. they both do, way down in hell and sinking further by the second.]
Don't dictate to me.
[he grips the shard and plunges it into her shoulder. he doesn't hesitate, knows he'd just get scolded if he did, and he doesn't want to hear that from her. he doesn't to hear anything other more moaning, more groaning, more screaming. she's not there yet, but she's close. so he just holds the shard in place, twisting it to leave a nice big hole.]
Come on. Beg. I know you like doing it.
[there's a ridiculous amount of blood pooling beneath them now. but he pays it no mind, parroting her own words:]
Or... am I asking too much of you?