"I'm going back in there"

"Guess this got a little out of hand..." Jimmy said keeping his eyes down. "I'm sorry Lara. I hadn't meant for this to get out of hand."

Lara almost felt sorry for the little pervert. She looked at the boy with a serious expression on her face. He didn't even stare at her tits, he genuinely looked like he felt bad. Which meant she had to break his heart here.

"Look Jimmy," Lara started to speak. "There is something you have to understand," Lara told the concerned boy "I am quite an adrenaline junkie. I have done things you probably wouldn't believe. I have killed people, I have fought against mysterious dark forces and even saved the world. I have seen places and things most people would find hard to believe even if they saw them with their own eyes." She paused, swallowing. "But, I don't do any of it for noble reasons. I'm not a Knight travelling the land to save it. I'm not recovering artefacts of ancient civilisations because I want to help humanity better understand it's past." Jimmy looked confused, not sure where this was going.

"I have never felt so much raw pleasure as I have had after I met you. I have never had someone treat me like you and your friends have. And being with you have stirred up something in me that I had never thought I would experience. But," he seemed to start smiling from having his ego stroked until, "you at the end of the day... Hold me up as something to take down. I have done... Incredible things and been celebrated as a Heroine. But I did it for my own need for extremes. You like me, so you feel bad if things get crazy. You... Would either never release what you have on me."

"Mrs. Padgett... Hates me. Genuinely hates me. After a life of people seeing me as a Noble, an Aristocrat, a Nosey Do-Gooder... There is nothing I want more than someone like her." Lara got into her hands and knees and crawled away from the rotten garbage where she belonged and towards the door she'd just been thrown from. The door was already open and Mrs. Padgett, tall and proud, stared down at her. She pointed at her boot, the one she kicked her out with.

"Clean this filth off me you Countess of Fuckpigs." Lara moved down to lick the entire surface of Mrs. Party's boot. The jizz and cuntcream was cold, but Lara was just revealing in the cold disgust in Mrs. Padgett's eyes. She never wanted those eyes, that hatred, to leave her.