[ She thinks - she will need to practice. She will need to practice saying (and writing) words like those, if she means to get some form of revenge on him.
After all, this is an offense that can't go unanswered. (One that can't be ignored. When did he get to be so enjoyable? So - fun?)
(Has he done this before, she wonders? And then immediately, she sets the thought aside. It's not likely, as put off as he claims to have been by the letters sent to him by Tricia Blackstock...and as put off as most women seem to be by him.
Clearly, they don't know what they're missing. Or perhaps only ignorant, uncouth, farm-grown harlots can appreciate it.) ]
They are sure to bring me to some other state than faint, but 'back around' is not where I find myself under your 'graceful gestures'.
None of which may be delivered with any immediacy; you are there, and I am here, and poor Venetia thinks I am quite red and trembling because I anticipate death at your hands.
Well. That is one way to make me seem as though I'm in some pitiable state, if I'm unable to cry on command. Tell me what I can anticipate at your hands, and then leave me
no subject
After all, this is an offense that can't go unanswered. (One that can't be ignored. When did he get to be so enjoyable? So - fun?)
(Has he done this before, she wonders? And then immediately, she sets the thought aside. It's not likely, as put off as he claims to have been by the letters sent to him by Tricia Blackstock...and as put off as most women seem to be by him.
Clearly, they don't know what they're missing. Or perhaps only ignorant, uncouth, farm-grown harlots can appreciate it.) ]
They are sure to bring me to some other state than faint, but 'back around' is not where I find myself under your 'graceful gestures'.
None of which may be delivered with any immediacy; you are there, and I am here, and poor Venetia thinks I am quite red and trembling because I anticipate death at your hands.
Well. That is one way to make me seem as though I'm in some pitiable state, if I'm unable to cry on command. Tell me what I can anticipate at your hands, and then leave me
[...]
Aching.
You are a brute.