The laugh was fucked up and he knew it. Though, he could not really do anything, tied up like this. He could now understand she was into torture; the assortments in the wall stated that much. It was making him fearful and nervous.
Something she spoke about came back to him, "Well, I guess now I know why your father had you sent away. Maybe, you should have been kept away." He knew it was wrong to tease the ire of his tormentor. However, he did not care. Perdita was with his best friend. The world did not seem as bright had it once been.
Though, perhaps, he was just curious to see what would be said and what would happen. This curiosity of his had gotten him into trouble but also into some good spots. He wondered which one it will be this time. He looked at her, testing her own dagger. A pure sadist it seemed.
"Hmmm, because you can?" Aqil repeated her words, and then started to laugh himself. "God, you were doing so well with all the 'feel you essence' bullshit. What a cliched line. I can also go outside and steal your car or you know piss on it. You seem to be filling something else in your life with MY pain."
Aqil looked at her unimpressed, "You are scared to actually live so you steal the pain and the heartache and the feelings of others. You are a fucking coward. Youi fear actually living. So, I ain't scared of a mummified asshole coming at me. I will die here still being complete. And you."
He gave a cold smile and chuckled, "You will torture me and then after a while, feel nothing and live nothing. Come back here again, like some addict, a junkie, seduce someone and then get them back here. You are masturbating with the emotions of others as you are not creative enough to come up with your own. You Hack. Nothing but a boring emotional con-artist. A thief who just steals others feelings."
@Nymphy ❦
