How was I supposed to know there would be consequences for hurting him? I didn't know he was yours.
[He's ready to argue more, but then Ragnar's hands are on his throat and his head is hitting the cupboard. Rather than fear, his eyes seem to light up with excitement, the rush of adrenaline making him feel alive for the first time in a good long while.
When Ragnar releases him he sits rubbing his neck for a moment, letting out a crooked laugh as he watches Ragnar with what can only be described as pure adoration. He's found it; that hint of rage that makes men like Augustine willing to abuse him each time he makes a mistake.]
Keep going. [He teases, his voice rough from the assault, as he moves off of the counter and reaches to cup Ragnar's face in his hands.] Take out your anger. Put me in my place. I deserve it, don't I?
[Up close like this, Ragnar will be able to tell what's different about Dodger's tongue - it's forked, like a snake's. It makes him look as much like a demon as he acts.]
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[He's ready to argue more, but then Ragnar's hands are on his throat and his head is hitting the cupboard. Rather than fear, his eyes seem to light up with excitement, the rush of adrenaline making him feel alive for the first time in a good long while.
When Ragnar releases him he sits rubbing his neck for a moment, letting out a crooked laugh as he watches Ragnar with what can only be described as pure adoration. He's found it; that hint of rage that makes men like Augustine willing to abuse him each time he makes a mistake.]
Keep going. [He teases, his voice rough from the assault, as he moves off of the counter and reaches to cup Ragnar's face in his hands.] Take out your anger. Put me in my place. I deserve it, don't I?
[Up close like this, Ragnar will be able to tell what's different about Dodger's tongue - it's forked, like a snake's. It makes him look as much like a demon as he acts.]