Soon I'll let you go, soon I'll let you go (for omnomgoauld)
Getting past security guards was a snap. Secretaries, on the other hand, had a 60/40 success rate if he wasn't with someone on the CBI team to act as a diversion. Being by himself this time, Jane had tried for charm first, but when that failed (yes, it did happen on occasion), he'd gone for the less subtle method of pointing at an object to her
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Like everyone else, he'd shed his normal clothes and took on a much more interesting look. Leather was his preference. To this place he wore leather pants and impressive looking biker boots. He was shirtless and it did show a number of healing burn marks across his body.... as one would expect of a masochist. He did wear a mask but it was simple and wouldn't conceal his identity from anyone who was looking for him. He also wore leather bondage cuffs on his wrists and even had a collar ( ... )
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"Ah, you are mistaken. It's hardly self-loathing," he corrected. He glanced at the cup thoughtfully for a moment.
"However, I can't say the same thing about you. Despite our similarities," he said as he casually came closer. "Any fool can see you hate yourself for the death of your wife and child. You will avenge them no doubt, but the pain you feel... you feel it's deserving. Not just due to the fate of your family."
"All those years of being something you weren't. Profiting on pain. No doubt you offered piece of mind to many. They did have to pay for your reassurances."
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"Not such a hard thing to figure out, for people who can read or watch the news." It was a dismissal more than an admission of having been right; after all, every schmuck in Southern California had heard about his late-night show and consultancy services. This man didn't know him; nobody did.
He took another drink that finished off most of the tea, and handed it back, since Hadad was already within arm's reach.
"Good tea. I'll leave you to not loathe yourself."
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"But I suspect, you never cleaned the blood from the wall," he said and pointedly did not take the cup and saucer.
"There is one other thing..." for this he looked particularly amused, "The woman's killer. If they are within these walls. They will be dead by morning."
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He held the teacup, being careful not to let his expression show the hit Hadad had landed. It was a lucky guess, everybody had them from time to time. But he couldn't stop his mind from flashing to the wall in his bedroom, dried stain faded to a rusty red.
"Dead by morning," he repeated. "You're telling me their identity is known? Maybe I should be bringing more people in here."
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"Most here are used to seeing me as the Dominant in one form or another even in the roll as submissive. I routinely manipulate my Doms to do what I wish them to do to me," he paused a moment to see if Jane was following this. "A worthy target. I doubt they will attempt to kill me, however, they will approach me to prove I cannot control them. Of course, they won't say it was them."
"But I'll know."
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"Let's go," he said, nodding towards the door. The teacup could be left on a table en route. "Showtime."
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He gave Jane an approving look before returning the mask to his face. His body language shifted with it but as he passed him to exit his face grew dark. "I have no interest in seeing him arrested," he said in deadly serious tone then slipped right back into character and back into the main room.
The fact he had no new marks on him might be considered suspicious but he was fairly confident that Jane could explain it away. In the crowd a few faces were showing interest but no one was approaching yet.
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