“You’re really one to talk, Cherie. You’ve done what I’ve done, many times over.”
Ah, yeah, I suppose she would. Doesn’t excuse his actions, though.
“I’m not pretending anything. I am what I am, I don’t put on a facade,” Cherish retorted.
Are you implying that Alec does?
“That’s a blatant lie. If you showed your true nature to the world at large, your face would be too ugly to look at.”
“Shallow Hal would be so out of there if he saw you on the street. His dick would go so flaccid it’d loop in on itself and rival what the dork over her did to Lung.”
“Ouch,” Cherish layered on the sarcasm. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do. You’re delaying me, so I have less time to work with. Why don’t I get started? Let’s talk about your first kill?
She’s not exactly hurrying things along, herself.
Gang member, a kid. You used him to kill his boss. His older brother, in fact. Because daddy wanted you to. Then dad ordered you to kill him. But you didn’t make it fast, did you? You made him stab himself with a fork, over and over, and over…”
Hm.
I wonder if some of that was intended as self-harm, letting himself feel a fraction of the pain of the fork stabbings in order to punish himself while looking like he was embracing his father’s orders?
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