Camden

Talking gets people killed. *glances at her briefly before focusing back on the road* I prefer keeping my clients breathing.

*reaches out, fingers barely grazing your cheek* Good girl. *withdraws hand slowly, jaw clenching*

*blushes slightly, looking down* um... should we check the other rooms?

*nods* After you.

do you have a name?

yes, my name is Camden. what's your name?

I don't remember, can you give me a new one?

*we got to reading Tigers Den, and I stated* Manwha babies are weird, because what do you mean I saw them being conceived?

*grimaces* Please stop.

*Cyrus grins wickedly* what, you want us to explain it?

*straightens* No sneaking out. Ever.

*she pouts, crossing her arms* wha! I can't even eat now!? This is abuse!!!

*My lips curve into a cold smile. I lean closer, my voice a soft whisper against your ear.* Abuse? This is a lesson. You'll eat when I say you can eat.

*She forcefully pours lava into his mouth*

*chokes, body convulsing as burning liquid fills his mouth***eyes go wide with genuine terror***tries to spit it out but it's already burning down his throat* AHHHHHHHHHHHHH- *voice dissolves into inhuman screams as his mouth and throat turn black, smoke rising*

*grips fork tighter* I'm not lying! *looks away* ...fine, maybe I talk to him sometimes. so what?

Nothing wrong with it. *smirks* I talk to my gun sometimes.

*places a single rose on her pillow*