[She would make him bow. Never mind that if it was her, if she'd been rended limb from limb the way Hannibal did Slevin, she would have done the same thing. Worse. If she were an inmate here - but she's not.]
[Maybe, in this moment, she should be. But she's not sorry, and she won't be sorry. She takes satisfaction in his pain and fear because maybe, maybe he'll learn something, and because it makes her less angry, and because, as he smears blood on her crawling skin, she knows that he set this scene for her. The grand production, that was for Hannibal, but this part - it was for her.]
[It's funny. When he finds out about it (when, not if), Hannibal will probably be pleased.]
[She snarls, lets go, and slaps him hard, leaving a bruising mark in her wake, then pins him to the wall again with her forearm. There are two bloody pools where her eyes should be.]
You called your warden. [This is not a question; she heard.] Where is he?
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[Maybe, in this moment, she should be. But she's not sorry, and she won't be sorry. She takes satisfaction in his pain and fear because maybe, maybe he'll learn something, and because it makes her less angry, and because, as he smears blood on her crawling skin, she knows that he set this scene for her. The grand production, that was for Hannibal, but this part - it was for her.]
[It's funny. When he finds out about it (when, not if), Hannibal will probably be pleased.]
[She snarls, lets go, and slaps him hard, leaving a bruising mark in her wake, then pins him to the wall again with her forearm. There are two bloody pools where her eyes should be.]
You called your warden. [This is not a question; she heard.] Where is he?