With snark

Author´s note: I know, I know, I said I was occupied with IRL stuff (and I am, truly!) but Grantley´s chapter inspired me to write again and I couldn´t lose this opportunity. I believe my writing has improved even since my last chapters and, unlike before, I do believe I have some ideas on how to continue the story. I don´t think I will keep writing the branch with Hopkins right now, though.

"I'm happy to report that Max is the only dick which can satisfy me now..."

Her words, though untruthful, still cut deep, the humiliation he felt before, coming back in **** and, unlike just moments before, it wasn´t feigned. He pinches one side of her buttocks as if pinching the cheeks of a petulant child.

"Try again, and respond properly, or there will be hell to pay."

Those words seemed to give Crimsonsome pause, he never used that particular tone of voice before, it was full of something dark, darker than she knew of him, Random knew there were aspects of his personality not even Crimson knew about, maybe that´s what attracted her to try and contract with him on that fateful night? She finally responds, this time, in a more timid, though truthful, voice:

"Yes, you own me, Random. My body and my soul."

That satisfied Random, and the dark menace of his voice was gone, it didn´t feel good to speak to her like this, but she did touch on an open wound, it was profound insecurity of his but, again, she was out of line. Now, feeling better, he gives it a light slap on her ass before letting it go. Then he walks towards the rooftop´s access door.

"Let´s go..."

She took some time before following him but before he went through the door, he thought he heard her say "Im sorry...", he turns back but doesn´t speak anything in response as Crimson walks past him and down the ladder.