Romeo doesn't return to the room with her cage until a week has passed. The time away from her has lessened his anger at her. Curiosity and desire replaced it. It's not so much that he wants her like he wants Buffy. It's more that it would be fun to have a pet, and even if she can't be that for him, it will be entertaining and delicious to watch her lose some part of herself in the cage. To take her from gluttony to starvation in such a short amount of time. There's no telling what that could do to a normal vampire, but to someone so special (so dumb) as her. Well. It's difficult to resist looking in on her sooner, but he has plenty to keep himself busy with and the wait will be worth it in the end.
The light was set on a timer to keep her from losing her mind to an irreparable catatonic state, which would be less fun. The light provides her with a moment of hope before dashing it away, again, with the realization that the light is as painful as the darkness. The light in the room is bright, white, harsh. It came on once a day at a
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The sound of the lock startles her, and then the creak. Kittentits takes in a short breath, fear flooding her body, an emotion that's steadily been creeping through her for a while now. But now it's sudden, clear, permeating all of her senses. She doesn't even have time to question what that noise means, because she can smell the blood, even before he approaches her cage. All of that fear and anger and tired melts together into need and hunger. She's chewing on her fingertips as he approaches the cage, and the closer he gets, the worse it is.
It's not the rank dull smell she has on her. It's so hard to focus, the hunger hitting her so hard. She doesn't even look at him. Her eyes are completely focused on the bucket. Right now, she could care less what he has to say, if he wants to say anything.
She's pressing herself up against the bars of the cage, as if she could get to the bucket by sheer will power. She barely even recognizes what she's doing right now; everything is so hazy. It's all instinct and hunger and need.
Romeo watches her. He doesn't say anything, doesn't so much as move for several minutes. A tiny smile pulls sideways across his lips. It has to be too hard to notice in the current light. Not that she's paying attention at all to him.
He opens the lid of the bucket. The smell of the blood floods across the room at that one action. It's hard for even him to resist, and he ate earlier.
"And how are we feeling today?"
His hand reaches into the bucket, pulling up a cup of blood and looking sideways at her. Just out of her reach.
If she thought she was having trouble before, when he opens the lid, things only get worse. Her eyes follow his hands, and she pants, biting down harder on her fingertips. She ignores his question. Kittentits doesn't really feel like talking to him right now. If she were smart, she'd realize that if she played along with him, she might have a chance at actually getting some of the blood. But her idiocy seems to know now bounds.
She looks desperate as she stares at the blood. It's so close--
She's so hungry, and if she's good, maybe, just maybe he'll feed her. The silence killed her, wondering if she had done something wrong. But then he finally spoke up.
She opens her mouth as if to say something, but then pauses, fumbling, coming up with the cup and pressing it against the bars.
She has to say something, she knows. Last time she didn't answer-- if she doesn't answer, he might just leave. But she doesn't trust her words right now.
"It's--" she murmurs, taking in a huffy breath. It's so hard.
"It's right there," she says dumbly, looking at the cup in his hands. She glances up at his face with so much hope in her eyes. She's so hungry. Kittentits reaches up, chewing on her fingertips again.
She drops her hand from her mouth, reaching out, touching his shirt. "I'm so fucking hungry..." She murmurs, her voice cracking in panic.
It takes her a few moments to process his question. She's not sure exactly what he's looking for, for a few moments. And then the answer hits her.
"Beg," she says quietly, which bothers her because she's not sure she can beg without devolving back into answer. The anger comes easily enough, if she's not focusing.
He would like to hear her really beg, because she has to. It doesn't matter to him that she doesn't want to, that she may still be clinging to that anger.
She takes in a slow, calm, controlled breath, her fingers gripping her skirt. If her knuckles could get any whiter, they'd be completely white from how hard she's gripping the fabric. She rocks slightly, knowing that if she doesn't start soon enough Romeo will leave her alone again. Alone with her hunger and her thoughts.
"Please," she says softly, looking down at the cup in her hands. "I'll do anything. For you. Just, please, let me eat. I'm so hungry..."
She's careful to keep her voice soft, her eyes down, not wanting the anger to come back.
"Anything? Are you sure about that?" Romeo asks, getting closer to the cage, to the bars. He slips his hands through as if they're having an ordinary conversation. "Kiss my feet? My fingers?"
He touches her chin with his knuckle, holding it between his fingers possessively.
"What is your place?" His voice is surprisingly gentle and calm though he thinks it should be obvious to her at this point. The only way she wouldn't know is that if she didn't want to admit it, and in that case, she hasn't really learned anything at all. "What do you think it is? I won't punish you for getting it wrong, but you might get something more for getting it right."
"I'm not worth anything," she says softly, wincing at her own words. Worthless. Below him. Kittentits can't bring herself to look at him as he says it, though, sinking back to the floor. She brings her knees up to her chest, taking in a shaky breath.
"My place... is so far below yours that I should consider myself lucky you want to teach me it."
He leaves the room, again, and returns with a large thermos filled with blood. It's more than 20oz worth of blood inside and its warm. It.. probably came from an Organization torture chamber. Honestly. It's human.
Romeo sets it between the bars and takes a step back from the cage.
As always, his leaving the room frightens her because there's that chance he might not come back for days, no matter how good she's been. He doesn't owe her anything. If he wanted to never come back, she wouldn't hold it against him. He doesn't have to. This is kindness.
And so she looks down at the thermos and then up at him, taking it in slowly when he comes back.
"Thank you," she says softly, taking the top of the thermos off and unscrewing the lid, drinking from it directly. She watches him as he does, although it's not with any expectation. It's almost with desperation, wanting to know what she can do for him. How she can be good.
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The light was set on a timer to keep her from losing her mind to an irreparable catatonic state, which would be less fun. The light provides her with a moment of hope before dashing it away, again, with the realization that the light is as painful as the darkness. The light in the room is bright, white, harsh. It came on once a day at a ( ... )
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It's not the rank dull smell she has on her. It's so hard to focus, the hunger hitting her so hard. She doesn't even look at him. Her eyes are completely focused on the bucket. Right now, she could care less what he has to say, if he wants to say anything.
She's pressing herself up against the bars of the cage, as if she could get to the bucket by sheer will power. She barely even recognizes what she's doing right now; everything is so hazy. It's all instinct and hunger and need.
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He opens the lid of the bucket. The smell of the blood floods across the room at that one action. It's hard for even him to resist, and he ate earlier.
"And how are we feeling today?"
His hand reaches into the bucket, pulling up a cup of blood and looking sideways at her. Just out of her reach.
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She looks desperate as she stares at the blood. It's so close--
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Like a dog in a kennel.
Romeo remains kneeling. He doesn't respond to her for almost half a minute.
"Where's your cup? Did you lose it?"
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She opens her mouth as if to say something, but then pauses, fumbling, coming up with the cup and pressing it against the bars.
She has to say something, she knows. Last time she didn't answer-- if she doesn't answer, he might just leave. But she doesn't trust her words right now.
"It's--" she murmurs, taking in a huffy breath. It's so hard.
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He stays there by the bars of her cage.
"It's what?"
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She drops her hand from her mouth, reaching out, touching his shirt. "I'm so fucking hungry..." She murmurs, her voice cracking in panic.
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"Beg," she says quietly, which bothers her because she's not sure she can beg without devolving back into answer. The anger comes easily enough, if she's not focusing.
Begging... will be difficult.
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And waits.
He would like to hear her really beg, because she has to. It doesn't matter to him that she doesn't want to, that she may still be clinging to that anger.
Be smart, little girl.
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"Please," she says softly, looking down at the cup in her hands. "I'll do anything. For you. Just, please, let me eat. I'm so hungry..."
She's careful to keep her voice soft, her eyes down, not wanting the anger to come back.
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He touches her chin with his knuckle, holding it between his fingers possessively.
"Be my little slave?"
He smirks.
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"My place... is so far below yours that I should consider myself lucky you want to teach me it."
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He leaves the room, again, and returns with a large thermos filled with blood. It's more than 20oz worth of blood inside and its warm. It.. probably came from an Organization torture chamber. Honestly. It's human.
Romeo sets it between the bars and takes a step back from the cage.
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And so she looks down at the thermos and then up at him, taking it in slowly when he comes back.
"Thank you," she says softly, taking the top of the thermos off and unscrewing the lid, drinking from it directly. She watches him as he does, although it's not with any expectation. It's almost with desperation, wanting to know what she can do for him. How she can be good.
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