Kate made a face. The hell was he talking about? One of them? Kate would rather kill herself than to be like one of them. It was interesting that Derek actually thought she was one of them though. Narrowing her eyes, she shook her head. "Wow." She couldn't even help herself from laughing to herself. "That's a little far fetched even for me. Come on Derek, I thought your pick up line would be a lot more enticing. I mean, don't get me wrong, there was a little kink in there, but baby, I'm not into the whole suicide thing."
She stepped closer to him. "Now on the other hand ... you know I'm into toys," she smirked as she looked up at him, even going as far as to reach out for him but he stepped back like she knew he would.
"Don't be shy." She tilted her head, her eyes dark and on him. "And don't be a little bitch." No, of course Kate didn't want him. She wanted to hurt him. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to watch him fry. She felt nothing for him and even went as far as when he was just a whee little pup to seduce the gullible fucker to get what she wanted. His trust ... among other things. Now though, they were just memories and clear cut reasons of why they hated each other so much.
The truth was, Kate had nothing on her, but that didn't mean she couldn't get away. She would if she had to. And now that she knew that Derek was here, well - it was showtime. The game would really begin and she'd have all the toys to try out on him. She loved listening to him in pain. Screaming. Groaning. Begging. There was nothing that wasn't left on the table. Seriously, Derek gave his all and it was amazing.