Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20171212045950/@comment-26383377-20180102073212

"It's... it's..." Akata turned away, she couldn't, she wouldn't. She wouldn't bring herself to say it. She needed to eliminate the suspicion, she needed to provide and answer that would keep him safe.

"It's because you are a tool ! It's because you are a little wrench that I keep in my toolbox to be used when I please. It's because you're an entertaining toy that I can pride and poke. It's because you are a runt, a dog, a filthy mutt that I keep on a tight leash. You are an obedient pet, a slave . You're not even a someone. You're a some thing . And when I tell you to sit, you will sit!"

Her face radiated anger and rage, she spat the words out as if they were a bitter tonic. Her first were clenched, her teeth gritted. But beneath that enraged, authoritative figure, she could feel her heart being eaten away. Every word sent a sharp stinging feeling across her. But she had to, she had to...

Akata then unsheathed her sword, and proceeded it to push the tip up against Tiral's throat.

" *sit* "