[Pleading won't work. Talking back won't work. Even dying won't work; the only thing that will is giving Chris what he wants. This is the beauty of utter ruthlessness: it gets you what you want. It gets you power.]
[And in this case it gets fear, fear that Cassel can feel in the air. His fingers twitch at Slevin's neck - in his mind, the flash of scales - not yet, not yet. One more minute, and then he can do what he likes. Until then there are quiet sounds of pain and the jump of something half-muffled in Slevin's throat, the jolt of panic.]
[Slevin speaks so clearly, that word again, and Cassel just laughs quietly in his ear, lets out a harsh sound like a buzzer going off.]
Spam
[And in this case it gets fear, fear that Cassel can feel in the air. His fingers twitch at Slevin's neck - in his mind, the flash of scales - not yet, not yet. One more minute, and then he can do what he likes. Until then there are quiet sounds of pain and the jump of something half-muffled in Slevin's throat, the jolt of panic.]
[Slevin speaks so clearly, that word again, and Cassel just laughs quietly in his ear, lets out a harsh sound like a buzzer going off.]
Wrong.