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[Completed]Odds; Casino Event with Roy
Topic Started: Sep 24 2017, 09:05 PM (796 Views)
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Ah the young man was charming even in his fear. Maintaining that practiced face of his..what a perfect brat. And then he challenged her. Her mouth twitched into something of a sneer as Roy lifted his hand to reveal a fresh burn. His smile was…victorious? Smug? Seductive? It was hard to tell in that moment. Dorn decided to overlook it for the time being. She’d only been in the dress for an hour and it would be a shame to get blood on it so soon.

There was a line, but there was no need to observe it. As they approached the velvet rope, Dorn focused on the bouncer and watched him seize up as her aura flaired in his direction. Her technique was unrefined… singling out someone with her force was difficult. Practice was in order. Tonight even. The lively and elegant scene opened up before her and Roy as they passed through the open entrance. Immediately Dorn was thankful for securing the handsome Roy when she had. There was no doubt in her mind that he would have preyed upon shortly after entering this place; a multitude of gorgeous woman dripping in jewelry eyed her companion with approval. As their gazes shifted to herself, Dorn quickly refocused her attention on the Kitty Cat’s layout.

“Be in charge for a while Roy. You’re-“
Sliding a hand up between his thighs would be perfect. A bomb might go off though; instantly shredding half a dozen men and woman while permanently mangling others. Screams and burning. A woman wept with her arm dangling unnaturally from it’s socket. Dorn’s first choice would be the front door of course, having just walked through it. She and Roy would fare much better than the middle of the room were trampling would be eminent. But the screams. A man still on fire. He was running blindly toward her. It was so odd how he didn’t cry out.. probably too shocked and confused and agonized to voice his hell. He might touch her. His fucking flaming arms would probably fucking touch her.

Dorn’s grip on Roy’s arm had tightened and she realized her heart was racing. A bomb hadn’t gone off, but she had somewhat of a plan now at least. Except for the burning man. That fucker would be a problem.

“What was I saying? Oh yes, you lead. I’m your lady tonight.” *

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Roy felt the ladies grip tighten on his arm, and for the moment he forgot what he was doing, where he was, and why he was here. His free hand laid itself gently down on Dorn's, sensing her discomfort.

His eye's widened for a moment in concern as she suddenly seemed to trail off, keeping his hand on hers. He didn't know what was wrong, but she was acting awefully odd.

Then as she resumed her speaking Roy came to his senses. He removed his hand from hers quickly and put it back in to his pocket as if nothing had happened, quickly turning his eyes away from her and resuming a steel like expression. Trying to appear cold and unfeeling.

Had she noticed? Could he play that off as something other than what it was? Roy wasn't sure but internally he was furious with himself right now. He had shown weakness. Concern for her, and in doing so he gave her another card to be used against him.

Shit. How could he have been so foolish, how could he have broken so easily? He wasn't with a damsel in distress, he wasn't comforting a poor broken women. This was Dorn, he didn't know much about her, but he knew that she was the one who caused feer, not fet it.

Yet at the same time, deep down he knew that wasn't true. It was just like Roy had already said. You can't escape your nature. She was just a human, not a demon or a devil, of unparrallel evil and irredemable nature. She could feel fear, worry, she bled the same blood as everyone else.

Clearly this wasn't a good night for her, what right did Roy have to push her over the edge, and intentionally try to bring out the worst parts of her, parts of her that he was sure caused her quite a bit of pain.

He had no right, but he wanted to do it. He would do it for the sake of his new friends. He wanted to get a glimpse of this madness, and this evil, he wanted, no, he needed to see Dorn the monster. He couldn't afford to see Dorn the woman. He couldn't afford to see her as a person.

And yet... the moment something went wrong. He just wanted to comfort her. To give her whatever kind of peace that he could. What was happening to him?

Only a little while ago he had been a denezin of the underworld. A ruler of men so evil that they couldn't bring themselves to look in the mirror, and the most evil one of all, the man who struck fear into their blackened cold hearts was Roy.

But look at him now. So concerned for this one woman, a woman who had threatened to kill him no less...what had happened to him, to make him so soft in such a short amount of time. That his heart broke at the sight of tragedy, that his soul cried out in pain when others suffered. It was new to him, he had always drawn his strength from his ability to cross the line, to be as devilishly evil as he was clever.

He tried to make a comment or a joke about her pause, to goad her on but he couldn't do it. Why can't I do it...Why have I gone so soft...Why am I so...weak? Roy thought to himself.

No matter how much he tried, he couldn't summon up that inner demon. Then he understood, then Roy knew what had happened to him.

Roy had been poisoned by Motto. He had put a poison in to his heart without him knowing it, and it spread, and it grew stronger inside of him until it was on the verge of consuming him.

A man who peers into himself when he is in the dark, does not care what he sees. For the darkness in him is natural, it is merely the way of his world. For years Roy had lived in this darkness, built himself upon it, accepted it and let it change him. Never knowing, never caring.

But then he had seen a glimpse of the light...that damnable thing! Once you saw it you could never forgot what you had glimpsed in it's radiance. Roy had never felt such pain, as when he had taken that look in to the light. For he saw himself for what he was, broken, disgusting, hideous to gaze upon. Clear as day there it was laid out before him, and he could not bear to live with that knowledge.

That alone could be taken care of by retreating to the darkness again. By forsaking the day and living in the night. But there was something he could never escape... What he had seen in the light, not by the light, but in it. The most dreadful thing that any man in this world can see. That which would keep him up at night and drive him to the point of madness.

He had seen what he could have been...

What he should have been, the way that he had been intended to be. The knowledge of what he might be, what he might have been was forever burned in to his mind, his heart, his very soul! No darkness could hide this, not an eternity of night could undo the scars that he had gained from the light.

What he was...what he could be. He could no longer afford for these to be different.

But why, why had he pulled back the curtain of shadows and looked into the dawn? Because of Motto. That poison...that thing called love it had made him do it. Once inflicted with it, it spread itself in to every corner of his being, and where it encountered hate it could not leave it be.

Oh how it had burned! That accursed feeling, that unbearable gaze of his. Pity, and sadness, acceptance and joy, Roy could not have done anything to have deserved it and yet he had gotten it!

Being given that gift he was so unworthy of...he saw what he needed to do. For with that love there came the light, there was no way to avoid that. There was nothing he could do to rip this flame from his heart, the more he fought it the more it hurt him. He was doomed by this love, and damned by the light.

Roy sighed surrendering not to Dorn, but to himself. Not to the night, that would devour him. But to the light that had already been with him all along. There was no fight left in him. Let the burning end...

Roy led Dorn to the bar where they took their seats, and knowing that Dorn's tastes were probably specific and awefully hard to please he would let her order her own drink.

"I'll take the scotch with ice. And I'll take care of whatever else the lady decides to order." Roy said softly to the man working the bar.

Roy spoke without smiling, no agenda, no attempt at getting something. It felt strange coming out of his mouth. No hiding what he was, how he felt. He couldn't quite say that he was happy, he might never be a happy person to be honest. But that fakeness was gone from him, he no longer felt like he needed it.

And so softly he spoke once more, looking at Dorn. Dorn the woman. Neither an object, nor a monster anymore. He couldn't bring himself to use her like a carton of cigarette's and just throw her away when he was done.

"Tell me Dorn. You came here tonight for a reason. What was that reason? Pleasure I'm sure. But what are you looking to get out of this place? Don't say get fucked up. You can get drunk anywhere but tonight you came here. Why was that?"

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“Gin and juice.”

Dorn kept her focus on the stacked up glasses opposite her. Everything would be fine after a drink. Bearable, at least. The screams would go away, and the silent burning man would go away, and everything would be fine. The difference in Roy’s voice was a noticeable one. Pity.. how the hell..no it couldn’t be pity. She’d just owned him back there. Perhaps he was settling into a more submissive role now that he knew his place. Only it didn’t feel right. Another game then? He was probably playing a longer, subtle trick of some kind; playing to her mundane sensibilities only to tangle her up in some sort of foolish web of …something. It irked Dorn, but it seemed weak to let Roy see. Ah, if only the screaming would stop.

“I wanted to see..” Her words were measured, everything was so fucking loud and there was also the risk of playing into his hands… “..if I was still beautiful.” Blue eyes shifted to meet with his. A wry smile with enough kindness in it to confuse. It wasn’t Dorn’s style to give straight answers..unless she felt like it of course, and mostly for shock value. There was something about Roy’s tone and inquiry that made her uneasy and even though she wasn’t in her optimum state of mind, Dorn’s defensive and contrary habits were in full swing. “I’m not talking about the sort of physical appeal that most see, but more of a primitive essence-y type deal. You know, if the room is empty..am I still beautiful? Because what is beauty Roy? Mm? I think it’s often defined as something “good”. I’m not sure I agree with that. It seems to me that beauty is a term used for something that makes one feel good…which is far different.”

Truthfully, Dorn wanted to make them all feel afraid. While still being beautiful. A terrifying and lovely thing. If there was no word for it she would inspire it, dammit.

“And you?” Before that handsome mouth of his could form a charming reply, she shifted her posture into a friendlier, more intimate one while gracing Roy with a well crafted “genuine” tone of her own. “What have you come here for besides mesmerizing the susceptible?” *
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Roy listened to her talk, and decided to ignore the tempting positions that she put herself in. His grip tightened on his palm just a bit to accomplish this. For all the mad things she said, she did actually ask an intriguing question. Was she beautiful as a matter of fact? Or did other's need to think that she was for it to be true? Roy let out a little smirk as Dorn asked why he was here. This woman was anything but mesmerized, and he imagined that she was even less susceptible.

It was certainly a philosophical question. One that he had thought very little of. Though as he was here he might as well give it his best shot. Roy drank his drink with the practiced ease of a man who had seen the bottom of a fair number of bottles. Roy's tolerance to alcohol was insanely high, this was not something he was proud of. But it would help him to keep his head clear for a while.

Roy ordered another drink from the bartender before he answered Dorn. He spoke plainly to her. But found that he had a hard time keeping his eyes off of her. At this point he gave up trying, if he tried to repress his urges now they might just build up later and get him in to trouble. Better to just accept it and deal with it as it comes.

What is beauty? I think the answer to that question is another question. Where does beauty come from? If it's just an idea of men, then you probably wouldn't be beautiful without someone to appreaciate you. But if it comes from something else, if it goes deeper then that you would be beautiful no matter what. What do you think Dorn, where do you think beauty comes from? Answer that and I think the rest falls in to place. If you don't have an answer to that then just pick one that pleases you.

Roy sipped on the new drink as it was brought before him. He wondered what kind of a drinker Dorn was? He knew that she had wanted to drink tonight, and he imagined she was here to have some...fun. Whatever that meant for her. But he wondered if she could even keep up with him? Or if she would even want to try. Guess it didn't matter in the end, but the way she reacted to this would at least tell Roy a little bit more about her. He set his second drink down and responded to her next question.

"I don't know. I mean, I had the intention of making some useful friends for the future. But..." Here Roy shrugged. He had his motives for coming here, but they were hardly important to him. In fact he was beginning to think they might have been more like excuses to come here than motives. Roy sighed as he threw back another gulp of his drink. His expression darker then he had previously shown as he continued. "Guess I came here to distract myself."

Why? Why hold back with this woman. He doubted there was anything he could tell her that would remotely phase her. He imagined she was either bored with something or excited by it. She could either use something or she couldn't. She was complex, but that part of her seemed simple enough. Either reaction no longer concerned Roy. Plus it might be good to talk about it, even if it was with a mad woman.

"I've been looking for redemption. I've been looking a long time and haha. I can't fucking find it." Roy laughed bitterly as he set his drink down with a thud. He leaned back in his chair his eyes focused on his drink, and his free hand started playing with a toothpick from the bar. "You know people like to ask evil men, how they sleep at night. But back when I didn't give a fuck about anyone I slept like a baby. But now? Now that I'm trying to change, I can't find a single fucking moment of peace. So I'm here to forgot. Because if I can't forgot soon I might just kill myself."

Roy turned his eyes back to Dorn and smiled back to her. His expression was mirthless, bitter, and hollow. Like his heart. "What do you think of that Dorn?"
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“Dorn, where do you think beauty comes from? Answer that and I think the rest falls in to place…”

As the handsome Roy sipped his second drink, Dorn made no reply. “Heaven” came to mind as the answer to his question, but she didn’t like it. It implied that she was ugly. Even though she knew it to be true, it irked her. The devil could produce beautiful things, could he not? Dorn hated thinking about things that required wisdom. Like beauty, wisdom was an attribute she lacked and always would. Tonight was supposed to be about feeling good and being pretty.. not. This.

‘The rest doesn’t fall into place you stupid fuck. Nothing falls into place.’ * She mentally fumed while tapping the half empty gin and juice.

"I don't know. I mean, I had the intention of making some useful friends for the future..”

Shrugging and troubled eyes. Roy was a pained man. It bothered her rather than pleased her, but Dorn opted to focus on his words instead of the deeper message. Blue eyes narrowed and studied the raven with more care; “useful” was an interesting term. Quite telling.

"I've been looking for redemption…”

At the word “redemption”, Dorn’s insides froze. He was talking about something else most likely. A crime he committed or some form of betrayal. Certainly not the spiritual kind… only he was. Dorn cringed as Roy continued to pour out his woes; a small choked sound of agitation erupting from her throat. Her grip tightened on the glass and Dorn’s ears filled with noise.

“So don’t.” She nearly cut him off as he was finishing; her voice tight through grit teeth. A beat. “Don’t change, Roy. Stop trying. Things end up happening one way or another..you’ll be the man you were meant to be whether or not you try. It’s not up to you. The effort is valiant. Don’t fret. But all of us are foolish creatures ultimately.” *

The urge to throw her unfinished drink into the stacked glasses was strong. She wanted to scream and break something. Too many familiar thoughts. Too much heaven and hell. She hated thinking and seeing and knowing. Dorn shut her eyes and inhaled through her nose. She had to rise above the storm and slit sorrow’s throat. Fuck sorrow. Not tonight. If only the tiny shred of decency within would just die already, she could enjoy bliss. Freedom. Death. Something. Who was this man anyway? How dare he make her meditate on all this awful shit.

“Let’s pick someone to kill.” Dorn turned to him with an excited, whispering smile. “Mm? I don’t care who..but it will be fun. Watching them, figuring out what they’re afraid of, exploiting it..or or or~ we could lure them. Yes Roy. I’d like to see you in action. Just because I could see through your act back there doesn’t mean it wasn’t good. You’re handsome too, so that’s helpful. Mmmm let’s have a little hunt Roy. Take our time. I…know I told you to be charge, and I still mean it. You pick who we kill. And how we do it.” * The fresh plan brought a genuine warmth to Dorn’s voice and her expression was an honest one.
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Dorn's soul was as black as ash, but not even she could stamp out the last remaining ember's of her humanity. If she could she wouldn't have seemed so pained when he talked about redemption. So annoyed by the thought of it, and hateful of his desire to change. But Roy imagined that at this point these smouldering embers just caused her pain. He doubted that she would be likely to act on this last shred of humanity.

“Let’s pick someone to kill.” Dorn turned to him with an excited, whispering smile. “Mm? I don’t care who..but it will be fun. Watching them, figuring out what they’re afraid of, exploiting it..or or or~ we could lure them. Yes Roy. I’d like to see you in action. Just because I could see through your act back there doesn’t mean it wasn’t good. You’re handsome too, so that’s helpful. Mmmm let’s have a little hunt Roy. Take our time. I…know I told you to be charge, and I still mean it. You pick who we kill. And how we do it.


Roy smiled darkly back at her, unfazed by the request. She was a dark one, and the only thing that seemed to match her evil was her madness. He couldn't say yes, but he also didn't think that saying no was a good idea. She was pretty unpredictable, and she might just kill him or someone else anyways. So he would have to try something else. He had an idea, he wasn't sure how it would play out, or how he could avoid someone's death tonight. But he didn't have a lot of options at the moment.

"Unfortunately Dorn. I'm afraid that I'm a broken toy. Had we met just a year ago...haha. Well we could have had a lot of fun playing together, finding the perfect victims, coming up with new acts, new ways to fuck with people. Trade bloody kisses in the dark under the light of the stars, lying togther on the graves of the people that we sacrificed to our desire."

Roy's expression did not change as he talked but his tone become somewhat regretful. His old self would have really fallen in love with this woman. Or fallen in lust, whichever. He wouldn't have known the difference. He was starting to get excited again. This was just the distraction he was looking for.

He was grateful to this woman, she managed to arouse him, and threaten his life all at the same time. Roy desired honey, but knew that he deserved poison. Dorn gave him both, she as deadly as a viper, and as sweet as they come. In a strange way she was really perfect for him. Oh had he just met her before that damned light...

As he spoke again he regained the confidant voice that he had before he even entered the casino.

"So I can't choose a man. At least, not without making it fair. Back when I used to run part of the Yorknew drug trade there were a lot of guys that wanted to take my life. I myelf had gotten where I was by killing the men above me. So I could hardly tell them not to try. But. There was something I used to tell them... " Roy was getting into this now. He was starting to enjoy himself quite a bit. He trailed off to take another large drink from his glass and smiled even more as the glass parted from his lips.

"Any man is welcome to try their luck against me, but if you decide to play at my table, there is only one wager that is accepted. Your life. Winner take all. And I collected everytime." Roy leaned in a bit closer to Dorn speaking quietly to her as he unveiled his plan. "I can't expect people to follow a rule that I don't live by can I? If I'm going to take a life tonight, I have to wager my own."

And here he leaned close enough to whisper in to her ear seductively, and placed a hand on her shoulder. His smile was charming, and his tone pleasent. He really enjoyed being this close to her, feeling her warmth, how soft her skin was.

"So we'll go to the tables, and we'll roll the dice to decide who dies tonight. Tell me Dorn. What's you lucky number? We'll see if it's mine too."

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At first Roy’s words and manner pissed her off. He didn’t actually have the right to reject her..ah he was conflicted! There was hope yet for her playmate. Not the kind he would enjoy, but his satisfaction wasn’t a priority. When the handsome raven’s momentum began to change, so too did Dorn’s patience.

If she decided to play at HIS TABLE? Oh what an arrogant fool. Little did Roy know how her life was a thing she tired of long ago. It was perhaps a year ago or less she got shy with the kitchen knife. It would be the ultimate joke to let him think he won by killing her. He leaned in closer and Dorn smiled at his growing confidence. It was cute to watch Roy wield his manly weapons and to imagine how much stronger he might become one day. But there was something holding him back. Innocence of some kind.. hidden beneath his poetry, but ruining all of the potential. Unless she intervened, of course.

Roy leaned closer to whisper, always an effective method. Even though Dorn knew his game, it still threatened to send delightful shivers up and down her arms. This stupid, handsome idiot was a good choice, that much was certain.

“Win or lose, I am always lucky Roy.” His jacket loosened at the pluck she gave to one of his lower buttons. “Don’t worry, this game of yours will still be fun. I’ll make certain of it.” Dorn stood, making sure to brush her feminine form up against Roy’s body. A small laugh overtook her while a hand explored her opponent’s thigh. “Let’s go play.” * She closed the gap, stepping in and cocking her head to make the connection with his mouth deeper. Her lips opened and paused while grazing his, a playful tease before descending for a simple kiss on Roy’s bottom lip. The tip of Dorn’s tongue ended the encounter, leaving her toy with an unmistakable impression. He was not safe tonight.
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A kiss, a warm femine form and a curious hand and Roy was all but driving Roy over the edge. His hand clenched deeply on his burn wound to keep him from succumbing to her advances, and for a few moments it seemed as if it weren't going to be enough, he nearly wrapped his hand around the back of Dorn's hair and crashed his lips in to hers, but as it seemed he might the pain came through.

The shock coursed through his system and woke him up. Roy breathed and hadn't realized he was holding his breath. Roy let Dorn's mouth leave his own without reacting, and merely smiled at her as he had been. That was close but he wasn't through yet. Not yet.

Roy got up from his chair keeping himself close to her and wrapping his arm around her as he made his way to the table. He knew enough about the game he was going to play to know that 7 was the most likely outcome. He would take that number. It wouldn't be fair otherwise plus...he didn't know if Dorn would actually kill him.

Roy made his way through the blaring lights of the casino, the flashing hard reds and the soft blue glow from the machines were a deep contrast to eachother. The depressing imagine of people spending away whatever dimes they had somehow seemed to fall in to the background of drunken mirthful laughter though where that laughter actually came from seemed to be a mystery.

As Roy walked with Dorn at his side he kept his arm around her waist and kept her close to him. He didn't imagine she would mind, and not only did he enjoy but it fit the roles they played. The dashing man, the enchanting woman, at least on the surface. A balance of pleasure to her posion.

"It's interesting isn't it Dorn. Two people who don't value their lives, gambling their own to take away someone else's even though it might mean everything to them."

Roy shrugged, he didn't have any witty comments, he merely thought it was an interesting thought, so he left it there. As they kept walking through the field of people Roy made sure to navigate through the more populated areas. It was strange but as soon as they had entered the building the building Dorn has reacted strangley...maybe she was just oncomfortable in crowds Roy didn't know but he wasn't going to be taking any chances with the dangerous woman that he held to his side.

They reached the table and pulled out whatever money he had left, but first he waved down one of the servers and ordered another drink for Dorn. He set it down on the table in front of her as he placed his bet. It was a very large bet for being single bet. But everyone here almost certainly had quite a bit more to work with than he did. He would probably be giving off the impression that he had quite of money.

The dice went around the table and Roy moved his hand from Dorn's side behind her shoulder as he leaned in close to tell her how they would be doing this. There were enough people here to make this work. He whispered to her once more.

"I'll be seven. The person to my left will be six, and then five. To my right 8, 9, and so on. Skipping over you my fair lady of course." Roy grabbed the dice, that held the life of himself and every other man at the table more casually than most woud if they were simply gambling money. He held the dice in his hand shifting them around a few times. Then without warning he cast them.

They bounced across the table striking against the far end and rolling back to the middle. Displaying a 3, and a 4. Roy's number. A smile krept on to his face, everyone else was safe for now at least. The table cheared around him as a stack of chips was pushed to match his own. He collected them and left them on the edge of the table then turned to Dorn once more.

"So my lady, how do you want to take my life? And how should we spend my last night alive?"
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“When you put it that way, it sounds as though you don’t like your own game, Roy. But I think you do.” * This was her reply as they made their way across the Kitty Cat’s main floor; his arm around her giving Dorn the impression that the man would continue to test his permissions throughout the night. If she stopped in her tracks and tore at his clothes, Roy might resist her even though he wanted it. The thought nearly made her laugh. A blushing and handsome man fending her off while everyone watched. His eager body easy to see..

He was a true gentleman. Ordering a new drink for her like that. A damned fine man indeed. Dorn could tell that several women at the table he chose where already scheming on how to ditch their dates and weasel their way to Roy’s side. Dorn ignored their unkind assessments of her; the confidence dripping off them. Probably her age combined with the basic approach to hair and makeup was less in their eyes. If she wanted to, Dorn could alter her appearance, but to what end? To please a single fool who she was eventually going to crush? Foolishness. Besides, Roy seemed to enjoy her well enough.

"I'll be seven. The person to my left will be six, and then five. To my right 8, 9, and so on. Skipping over you my fair lady of course."

“I..four. Is four acceptable?” * Dorn had no fucking idea what Roy’s explanation meant, but didn’t want it to show. It was irritating to see how easily everyone seemed to pick up on the freakish and obscure rules..as if they all played this ridiculous dice game every fucking day. She watched as the dice came to a stop and smiled. A three and a four. Her number. Perfect. It was going to be so rich watching Roy struggle with the outcome of his own bold game. Turning to him, she noticed his grin and felt a rush of astonishment. Apparently Mr. Innocent Chivalry Boy did have a murderous streak after all. He was evidently glad to see her number. A quiver of genuine lust rose up within Dorn as he collected his chips. Roy was full of dark surprises.

"So my lady, how do you want to take my life? And how should we spend my last night alive?"

She lifted an amused eyebrow. “...But it was clearly my number. Don’t be stupid, Roy. I mean, I could kill you if you really wanted me to but a deal’s a deal. I chose four. I lose.” *
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Roy's hand drifted beneath Dorn's chin and he leaned forward for a moment as if he were going to kiss her and then smiling he merely passed her lips and went close to her ear. Whispering to her once more, she spoke plainly about their bet. But if Roy could avoid it he didn't want anyone else here to know that they had been gambling with their lives.

Internally he was going through a difficult time. He wasn't sure if Dorn was being sincere or if she had played him. Technically in the game, you added the two numbers together to determine your number. But they were playing their own game, and Roy hadn't specified the rules. It was true that he had intended for them to be the same but technically Dorn was correct. They had rolled four, and she had chosen four.

Roy might rolled with this if it weren't for the fact that the other number read a three, another lady at the end of the table close to the dealer. That was her number, she was pretty and young, and seemed to be trying to catch Roy's eye. Dorn may delight in nothing more than torturing and killing her tonight...no he couldn't risk it. His life had been rolled, and his life would be put on the line one way or another. But...maybe he could spin this...

I suppose your right Dorn. When I thought up this game I intended to use both of the dice to get our number, but I hadn't said that, and if changed the rules on you now that wouldn't be fair would it..."

Roy's arm which had been resting happily around Dorn's waste pulled her closer, and he moved his face away from hers offering her a dark, yet excited smile. He was beginning to understand her a bit...shit like this turned her on. If he could just distract her well enough then maybe she would forget the other number and just settle for playing with him.

"Then in that case my lady. It's your last night, and I will be the one to take your life. How would you like to spend your time? Until we get down to bussiness? I promise I'll make it as pleasureable as I can." Roy spoke with lust, not just for her, but for blood. No matter how his heart swayed that carnal desire to inflict pain on other's and feel powerful wouldn't leave him, he doubted it truly left anyone. He would tap into that desire for now, to sell the image.

Roy's lips rested only a small amount of space away from Dorn's. He made eye contact with her the entire time, and he was eager to bring her even closer. He didn't need to pretend right now, he could just hide behind the truth for the time being. He truly was excited by her, he did want to feel her form against his, he did want to taste those sweet lips again.
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