[She had never managed to pull the trigger on herself. She had wanted her caretaker to do it for her. He was the one who had resurrected her, it was his responsibility to put things right. He refused. His selfish had been more important than her dignity.]
My lover. I want him to kill me.
[Her mood hasn't really changed, a wry detachment from the conversation, an antagonistic smile. It's difficult to tell whether she's being tasteless, or just honest.
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My lover. I want him to kill me.
[Her mood hasn't really changed, a wry detachment from the conversation, an antagonistic smile. It's difficult to tell whether she's being tasteless, or just honest.
She's all bad news.]