Losing Myself

“ I know that we are not fond of each other.” Llewel picks up their robe stepping closer to the other, they know that their relationship has never been good, often ended up with them arguing but they were in need of help if they had any hope of finding the treasure.“ there is a place I need to reach and you are the only one that I trust with something of such importance.” Llewel reveals the scroll in their hands. “ I found it during my studies, if you wish to help me you will be greatly rewarded.” they swallow their pride.“ please”

Primrose played out the possibility that she had been Llewel's last choice. However the thought had been put to rest the moment that they had spoke of only having trust in her. Yet they're not wrong about the two not being fond of one another at the moment or if they really ever have been. ❝ Odd since I do recall the last time we spoke Llewel we didn't exactly exchange the kindest of words to one another. I could have swore by the end of it that you'd have thought of me as an enemy. ❞ Primrose knows she can be difficult and in this moment is no different. ❝ Even if I were to agree Llewel , I do not need any reward. ❞ Even if the two are not on the best of terms , Primrose hoped they'd have realized she'd done it out of the goodness of her heart. ❝ Is that begging I hear? You muse really need me?! ❞

figured we're both about to die, so what the hell.

nathaniel’s lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. he took a slow, deliberate breath, savoring the palpable tension in the room. “ah, but that’s where you’re mistaken, mckenna,” began, tongue clicking in amusement. “this isn’t a simple morality test. i'm not here to debate philosophical principles with you. your response doesn’t really matter to me. what matters is how you react under pressure— how you respond when control slips from your grasp.” standing up straight, he lets his back rest against the chair. " and as far as i can see, things aren't exactly looking pretty for you right now, are they ? "

❝ how am i suppose to prove anything to you when i am stuck being handcuffed to something? i am sure you've already figured out that i am not down for this whole physiological mind game bullshit . ❞ in the beginning mckenna tried to play things nicely , but now she has grown irritated with him. ❝ oh you're telling me that if roles were reversed that you'd be able to sit here cuffed knowing there is a great chance you're not going to make it out of here alive and still be able to remain calm? if you say yes than i call bullshit! ❞ part of her knew trying to push any sort of buttons would be considered a stupid idea. however mckenna has never been on that is great at playing nice even if her life depends on it.

" yeah, i messed up, i get it but i can't sit here and let you make the worst mistake of your life. "

❝ what makes you think that you deserve to have any opinion on my choices i make with my life. you kissed that goodbye the day you let me walk away. ❞

nathaniel lets out a soft, almost pitying chuckle as he leans closer, his dark eyes cold but strangely calm. "you see, mckenna, this isn't about what i want. it's about what you need to understand," the male murmured, phone slipping back into the pocket of his pants. this was unusual for him, he usually didn't speak directly to his victims, but she'd woken up way before she was supposed to, way before he even got the time to set the trap in place. "your ex-husband is certainly a concern, but he's not the one i'm interested in. tell me, mckenna, do you consider yourself a good person ? "

mckenna has always been the type of person that has to be in control of anything. it had been one of the few reasons her marriage had fallen apart. so you can only imagine how difficult not being in control of the situation must be for her. not only that but it isn't hard to tell this is a life or death situation she has found herself in. ❝ what i need to understand? is this suppose to be your fucked up way of teaching me some sort of life lesson? ❞ fem is doing her best to not show any sort of fear she is possibly feeling at the moment. out of all of the people that lived in their town she had to be what seemed to be hand picked by the male. ❝ you should be. ❞ mckenna could hear the trembling in her tone as the words left her lips. ❝ isn't that such a default question? of course i am going to say yes just like any other person that would be asked that question. ❞