sniffing the air as if samara smells something entrancing before her gaze snaps to the reader.
" . . . you're bleeding. "
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" you don't think i'm pissed? that i'm angry beyond words? but it's been years, man... they've controlled me for half of that! "
there's a soft exhale, another wince, looking away, " i've taken out on myself, taken it out on others... tried to take myself out so i didn't hurt —
there's a wince as the mailbox is kicked down, a soft exhale to calm her nerves... it wasn't the first time that someone had assumed her wearing the fairfax name on her employee badge meant that she followed them...
but this time it was worse.
this time, she was stuck under —
— their name.
there's a weak smile at him now, " i'm working on it... but it's not that easy. they tell me a command, i do it... not me... my body. "
glancing away, " kill this person, hide this incident... "
a soft exhale, a clear wince, as though talking about hurt her, —
" i want that man dead, " it was murmured softly, however impossible it was... samara wanted nothing more than maximilian's head now. eyes opened as the other pulled away finally.
instantly, she missed that comfort but... she didn't want to be desperate or show herself as —
— needy for someone who had protected her.
even if she had wanted to find another lawyer, someone who wouldn't blur lines and boundaries of whatever they had... who could she trust? most of the people in the city were in fairfax's pocket.
" dinner sounds... very nice, —
there's a scoff from her, " wouldn't i know it better than anyone else? "
a glance over at the stranger, trying to calm her nerves, " i'm in a pact with them... not willingly. they hid it in regular employee paperwork. "
palms gently rub her eyes afterwards, giving a frown —
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ugh, you know fairfax is just bleedin' new york dry, right @devilsado? that place is nothin' more than lies and shady business wrapped up in a corporate bow.
( ooh, someone's aggressive. he can smell the fairfax on her. )
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" am i doing good? "
it was asked softly, " i swear the commands are getting stronger... each time i fight them, the worse it is. "
eyes closed again, trying to forget the feeling of control slipping from her when she was asked to do handle a situation. at first, it had —
there's a shake of her head head, eyes closing as she finally felt herself relax.
" i wish i did... if i had, i would have brought you the files immediately, " looking over with a sadness in her eyes after a second, " i apologize... their victims deserve better... "








