She took the glass still mostly bemused but not annoyed that he was still pushing it, he wanted to talk though, all the stuff he said, And she wanted to tell him it all. But there was no way that wouldn't end badly. Still she could tell him some.
Taking a long sip of the vodka she patted the seat beside her not even sure where to start.
"The usual, that I was a fool to trust you, that I'd screw you all over one day, that I'm a coward, a devious slut that's out for power."
The next sip became a gulp very quickly, wanting to numb the odd pain that she couldn't entirely work out. She shouldn't be hurting not with the blood.
"And y'know the torture wasn't fun. He's kind of the best at what he does... You don't buy it right, any of it, cause I'm just waiting for him to start trying it on you."