“Isn’t it amazing? How delicate the heart can be, how you can just shatter it with a few choice words.” Her tone just purrs, the words leaving her tongue like a well-greased cog. Though, how can you complain about it? You brought this upon yourself, yes?” A coy smirk tugged her lips up.
She absolutely loved her work, she loved how she made his legs shake. The way she makes his lungs burn with the rapid breaths he takes in.
He, on the other hand, hated it. He hated how she found enjoyment in his fear and discomfort. She made him feel like an insignificant speck.
“How about you go die in a ditch.” He growls at her, his fists clenched. It was a cover, of course—both the hound and the man know that he has just as much control over the situation as a bird does the wind.
She clicks her tongue as she crosses her legs, “Now now Jason, don’t be so rude. You made a deal, remember?” She tilts her head down a bit, her piercing eyes looking down at him from her perch on the brick wall.
He grits his teeth at the words. “I need more time.”
“More time?”
“yes, please—"
Her teeth snapped and there was a low rumble in her throat. “More time you say, more time!? You asked for more time no more than 5 years ago and your daughter paid your price.” Her lip curled up into a snarl. She is completely disgusted by this man. He sacrifices those around him, and for what? Nothing but mere worldly pleasures.
“Who are you offering now? Your newborn son? Oh, I know! How about your wife? She can't provide you with anything but another couple of years, though, as you’ve already shattered her will. Her soul is nothing but burning ash at this point.”

Jason straightens his shirt; the hound can tell just from the malice in his eyes that he will sacrifice anything for his vile goal.
“Take them both.”
“Oh Jason, why don’t you just give me what I’ve come for.”
“Take them.” His eyes stare coldly at her. He stands rigid in his choice; it completely repulses the female.
“You’ve already lost your chance, did you not? What do you think this will achieve? You’ve already broken your only chance given to you, so what do you think having more time will achieve?” The hound snarled.
“My goals.”
The hound lets out an audible huff, her breath visible even in the warm air.
The chains on her ankle clanked together as she hopped down from the wall, towering over the man. “I will take ultimate enjoyment in reaping your soul, and I’m sure the young woman’s heart you broke for your ‘goals’ will enjoy it also.”


[character belongs to Arakaari, art belongs to me. no steal or i kill u]