( parisa huffs out a chilly laugh, her breath fogging in front of her face. ) I like attention. Childhood trauma.

( she'd certainly rather have nothing in common with danny. unfortunately, her wry amusement won't let her see anything but the places where she mirrors and matches a blatant, and not at all apologetic murderer. what does any of that say about her? nothing good, probably, but then she doesn't consider herself a good person — doesn't live in a world where "good" is a binary you fit into or sit outside of. )

I didn't realize it — belonged to a scary killer. ( she pushes her fingers inside her. wishes she had the foresight to bring a dildo out here or, failing that, wake embry up to act the part. of course, she could always go inside — but then she wouldn't have the death threat of falling twisting her insides, making her hot. ) I thought it was a kink thing. I liked wearing it. ( moaning thoughtfully, ) You should wear it for me sometime.