[Forget being smart.] [She was going for self-respect.] [Would he make her regret? Oh yes.] [Was she worried that he might kill her? There was a tiny part of her that was.] [The other part of her was still raging over his little description of her. In a way it was kind of funny.] [She honestly thought she had trained herself over who she could snap at-] [-and who she had to endure.]
[Guess not. She was going to pay a high price for self-respect tonight.] "Get off-" -Tap-Ta-Tap. -Tap-tap-tap. -Ta-tap. (Sans is tapping his fingers against the wall on either side of Frisk's head.) -Tap-Tap-Tap. -Tappity-Tap. "Ya know kiddo, when I first saw us starin' at each other," "I honestly thought we had some kind of unspoken attraction..."
"Heh... I know that was the case with me." (Sans tucks a lock of Frisk's hair behind her ear.) "As a man made of bones, I have a real thing for skin." (Sans runs his finger gently down Frisk's cheek. She's glaring at him, feeling the magical pressure on her chest to keep her in place.) "And yours is just beautiful." "Soft, smooth," (Sans holds her chin.) "Practically flawless." (Music is muffled through the bathroom door. Sans has Frisk up against the wall, red smoke pooling all along the floor.)
(A montage of instruments blaring and couples dancing excitedly on the dance floor.) *Such an inappropriate song to be raped and killed to.* [She knew why her courage vanished as suddenly as it came.] [She had expected him to beat her violently, expected him to call her every horrible name in the book,]
🌹Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine🌹
❦ Chapter 2 :: Business Deals :: 62 - 65 ❦
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