"Oh, you misunderstand. Watching her friend die and knowing it was your fault? That takes it's toll on one's soul. That need for vengeance that is consuming her? The dark spirit she is drinking greedily to fuel the war she wants to wage?" He tsked softly, watching as each word hit her like a lash from a whip.
Spin little whore. Spin and accept your punishment. She deserved it, and he was enjoying her pain. This was only the preview though. Foreplay if you will.
This one would bleed for him and he would relish every drop spilled.
"Who started her journey into his hands? Someone so consumed with what they wanted, with what they believed was their right to command that they didn't think of who it could hurt." Leaning in, he whispered to her, "It hurt Vera. Say it, girl. Say what we know you've been thinking. I killed an innocent girl. I killed Vera."
The edges were beginning to crack. He could see it crystal clear as she began to spiral deep into her depression. The guilt pulling at her to drown her in remorse.