I blinked.
A flicker of something unfamiliar stirred in my chest. Not fear. Not shame.
Rage.
I sat up a little straighter, my body still sore, still aching, but suddenly very, very awake.
"Oh, that's a good question," I murmured, my voice lighter than it should've been.
A small, sharp smile touched my lips, feeling alien and yet perfectly natural on my face. The rage wasn't hot and chaotic anymore. It was crystallizing inside me, becoming a cold, clear diamond of fury.
"I wouldn't just kill them," I said, my voice steady, the whisper gone. I looked away from the duvet and met Adrien's intense gaze. I didn't flinch. "That's too fast. Too easy. They wanted to take their time with me, so I'd want to take my time with them."
I tilted my head, as if picturing it. "First… I'd start with their hands."
Adrien didn't flinch. He just watched me, unwavering.
