[She really doesn't remember. All she remembers is the constant pain and the chills shaking her body. It takes a lot of effort from her to even say a few words.] What...did ye...do t' me?
[She shakes her head. Okay, maybe she have been drinking a bit more lately, but...she wasn't drinking that much, did she? No. Creed was just messing with her head. She knows she can't trust him, but what are her other options?]
*oh, this is just delicious. Victor snickers and reaches into his coat to pull out a small bottle of whiskey, unscrewing the cap and taking a long, deep swig before replacing it back inside his inner pocket. Hopefully the stuff is strong enough for Theresa to have caught the smell of it. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand*
[Oh God, the smell alone is enough to ease her agony and she licks her lips in anticipation. She doesn't want to think if he's right or wrong, she just needs a shot. Just a shot to calm her nerves.] Just a shot.
*moving slowly, deliberately, he takes the bottle from inside his coat again and holds up his claws to indicate a rough measure*
What, about... this much? Yeah?
*and then he removes the cap again and downs the equivalent of a double-measure in a mere heartbeat. Thanks to his healing factor, the stuff may as well be water for him*
*he swigs from the bottle again and moves even closer, so close now that he's standing at the head of the bed; he leans down to speak to her, making sure that she can smell the alcohol on his breath, although he makes sure that the bottle is well out of reach*
[If she was in the right state of mind, she would never attempt such a thing, but her whole body is in pain and he holds the only thing that will make her feel better; she tries to get the bottle from his hands not giving a damn about him or his claws.]
*Theresa's pitifully desperate reaction amuses Victor no end, and he'd allow himself the luxury of laughing if he didn't have an ulterior motive. When he first entered the room he was intending to kill her, but it seems there's more fun to be had by playing his own twisted game of cat-and-mouse*
Now now, you just gotta be patient.
*and having spoken, he leans in to press his lips forcefully against hers, allowing her to share the strong taste of liquor which lingers upon his lips*
[The kiss takes her by surprise, but once the initial shock faints, she struggles to get away from him. She's not that desperate...yet.] Get off of me!
[She punch him hard in the chest knowing full well that it would do nothing to him.]
*there's no affection in his touch, no mercy or compassion; it's an entirely selfish act designed solely to belittle and humiliate her, and it looks like the move has worked. The feral merely laughs as Theresa strikes out at him, falling back a step merely to mock her*
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*his cruel smile widens and he takes a step closer*
Y'thought y'had a shot at takin' me out. Ya didn't. I've come to settle the score an' finish the job.
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*at that the feral just laughs, taking a moment to sneer at her*
Oh, hell no, sweetheart. Y'did that to yerself. That's what y'get when yer body starts cravin' somethin' it can't have. Thirsty?
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Yes...please...
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Please what?
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*moving slowly, deliberately, he takes the bottle from inside his coat again and holds up his claws to indicate a rough measure*
What, about... this much? Yeah?
*and then he removes the cap again and downs the equivalent of a double-measure in a mere heartbeat. Thanks to his healing factor, the stuff may as well be water for him*
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Why are ye doing this? [She whispers and licks her lips one more time; the need to drink stronger than ever.]
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*he swigs from the bottle again and moves even closer, so close now that he's standing at the head of the bed; he leans down to speak to her, making sure that she can smell the alcohol on his breath, although he makes sure that the bottle is well out of reach*
Because I can.
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Give it to me!
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Now now, you just gotta be patient.
*and having spoken, he leans in to press his lips forcefully against hers, allowing her to share the strong taste of liquor which lingers upon his lips*
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[She punch him hard in the chest knowing full well that it would do nothing to him.]
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That's cute, darlin'. Real cute.
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