Hoskins jumps back immediately, grabbing his hand and staring in trembling shock at the blood wells up from four ugly slices straight across his knuckles. It burns like seven hells, but worse is that shock of realizing that she got him just then. He knows how dangerous these animals are, god damn it, why did he get distracted--
No, hell no! He's the one in charge here, and he sure as hell didn't let it get to him when her counterpart threw his unholy tantrums. Vic Hoskins didn't come into the girl's cell to let her get away with this.
"You are god damn ungrateful, you know that?" He's got nothing to wrap his hand with, but he presses the knuckles into his shirt, soaking it with blood. Hoskins stands above Blue and glares down at her furiously. "You should be thanking me for your entire precious life. Who brought Owen onto this project? I did. Who let him set you girls up in that sweet little bungalow, give you all kinds of nice things? I did! All I asked for was a little cooperation, huh?"
Eyes flashing, Hoskins impulsively grabs the belt knife kept always at his back. He grabs a fistful of that offensive fabric and slices right into it, tearing a messy strip right out of it, leaving her thigh and half her stomach bare.
"You aren't gonna stop this from happening, honey," Hoskins sneers, and with the same kind of sudden thought, he grabs that bare thigh and jerks it, pulling her against the chains toward the edge of the cot until she's yanked taut. "I put this whole damn thing together from the beginning."
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Hoskins jumps back immediately, grabbing his hand and staring in trembling shock at the blood wells up from four ugly slices straight across his knuckles. It burns like seven hells, but worse is that shock of realizing that she got him just then. He knows how dangerous these animals are, god damn it, why did he get distracted--
No, hell no! He's the one in charge here, and he sure as hell didn't let it get to him when her counterpart threw his unholy tantrums. Vic Hoskins didn't come into the girl's cell to let her get away with this.
"You are god damn ungrateful, you know that?" He's got nothing to wrap his hand with, but he presses the knuckles into his shirt, soaking it with blood. Hoskins stands above Blue and glares down at her furiously. "You should be thanking me for your entire precious life. Who brought Owen onto this project? I did. Who let him set you girls up in that sweet little bungalow, give you all kinds of nice things? I did! All I asked for was a little cooperation, huh?"
Eyes flashing, Hoskins impulsively grabs the belt knife kept always at his back. He grabs a fistful of that offensive fabric and slices right into it, tearing a messy strip right out of it, leaving her thigh and half her stomach bare.
"You aren't gonna stop this from happening, honey," Hoskins sneers, and with the same kind of sudden thought, he grabs that bare thigh and jerks it, pulling her against the chains toward the edge of the cot until she's yanked taut. "I put this whole damn thing together from the beginning."