Scarlet's face went through several emotions in rapid succession, confusion, hope, suspicion, and finally settling on fury.
"I knew it." She hissed, baring teeth that looked slightly sharper than they should be.
"You're just like those bastards." Venom dripped from every word.
"Every single one of you men are the same, always wanting something, always taking—"
Her claws flexed, muscles tensing to strike.
I kept the knife steady at her, my voice deliberately calm.
"You really want to take me on? Right now?"
Please don't attack. Please don't. At this distance, even with debug vision, I can't dodge those claws fast enough.
She hesitated, eyes flickering between my covered face and the blade still pressed against her skin.
"You just have to do a few things for me," I continued.
"Simple tasks. Nothing... immoral. And in return," I gestured with my free hand toward her neck "I'll make that vanish."
Her eyes went wide. "You... you can remove slave marks?"
