[ it's all truth. not a single lie can escape from ai's lips, like this. isn't that beautiful? when all the lies and pleasantries are stripped away, she can speak the truth. how nice for her. he approaches with calm steps, eliminating that last bit of distance between them - and then pushing her back, off-balance, laughing darkly as her back meets the wall.

she can't run, now. she has nowhere to go. why not let her know "the truth?" ]

Exactly what you needed to do. [ he leans in, bends forward - forces her face to face, where she can't hide her gaze. ] Be a pretty little face. Keep your mouth shut, and let me take care of it. But that wasn't enough for you, was it? You had to keep digging.

[ one clawed hand reaches down, grabs her - forces it open, enough to intertwine their two fingers. and he leans in, licking up and along the muscle of her neck. ]

You were never good enough to be her. [ and even if it's said to hurt, maybe it's okay if the implications there are left unsaid. maybe it's fine to say but i wanted you to be. ] You couldn't even supply mana at first. And pretending to be unsullied! What a laugh.

[ it's all the warning he gives before he bites down - harsh, cruel, sharp. not enough to draw blood, if only barely. but enough to bruise. enough to mark. pulling away, he hisses- ]

Maybe we should see if we can make you look as rotten as you really are. It's only fitting for my Master - right, Ai?