"You're a fucking ST," Marc growled, dropping lazily into the chair opposite her. "Can't expect to be treated like a fucking princess."
His jaw was tight; he didn't like this part of his job. Yeah, he liked hurting people. Yeah, it felt fucking good. But fuck, she was a girl and she wasn't any fucking danger other than being an overconfident idiot. They had more important things to do than this shite.
"You're in deep shite," he grumbled, arms crossed. "S'just a matter of time." He expected someone to come in and take her from the room at any point, get her off to Azkaban. Fuckers were going to fill it up with shite like this rather than the ones needed to be in it, this rate.