Her sounds were truthful enough to the woman she was becoming. Keida could have been faster about all this, but he was also tainted by their common history. He couldn't just whisper excuses in her ear while he took what she'd meant to save and serve up to Cain. In the end she'd be worse off for his sentimentality. Keida had felt the heat stir in her - it was encouraging when her protests were not.<br/><br/>Beautiful flowerhead, gliding through the air and landing where he dropped her. Haley had the monumental misfortune of being the kind of soft and spotless that men wanted to help, but also tear to pieces. Keida would let himself do both those things under the blanket of kindness and whatever delusion he'd be able to draw up from her helpful imagination. The daylight, steady but weaker like a runner's breath toward the end of training - Cain came to mind - glistened off the secret she tried to keep between her legs. How unforgivable she looked, staring at him with her clothes strewn around her, begging with her eyes for him, and lacquered cunt saying his name when her mouth would only repeat the name of their absents friend. Cain hadn't made her glisten, Cain hadn't brought blood up to her skin. Keida could have this, then, from Haley. He'd be all her nerves and hungry zones, if Cain had to be her heart. Keida was going to win this war.<br/><br/>Take it, she promised, and Keida pretended no to hear. Like her breath was too small and her conviction too weak. It wasn't the first time a pretty mouth had uncurled, up and down, to ask him with the same words. Because his body was essentially evil, there was something pure about him, and other bodies gravitated toward that if they had an excess of good. Haley was the textbook example of excess of good. He pretended to discover her again when she declared her courage a second time. Anything for their beloved Cain. The skin on Keida's temple went taut with anger, but he didn't let it taint his mask of other disapprovals.<br/><br/>"Then why are you making me out to be some kind of bad guy." he asked, squatting down, arms beautifully resting on his knees, like some skeletal ape with a wicked angel's face, foreign but human. "You know I love you, Haley," like a friend, was implied, but it felt good and hard to say at the same time. "but you're too wish-washy." more hopelessness for her, served up in his kitchen. He licked his lips and it should have been proof of his excitement to berate her. She wouldn't read it like that.<br/><br/>She was a picture, sitting in the garden of her rumpled clothes and not caring about the set of her panties, at a level on her legs that basically made them bondage. "Stand up." hard words, from his chest. He wouldn't, he'd remain squatted, so she would feel watched. "Stand up and take off your underwear. I'll teach you." but only if you're naked. He stroked his eyebrow in frustration, a deft gesture with long fingers. He'd wait.<br/><br/>"Now, pretend I'm Cain, and ask me to love you. But you can't say the word, because you haven't made him love you yet. You haven't shown him you're the kind of girl he'd love. So you ask him to have you, to take you, and pretend you want it as much as his love." It was a simple enough trick. Boys want to feel like men, and men are wanted. He nodded at his own thought. "Comon Haley. Don't make me throw you out."<br/><br/>Poor childhood friend, vying for love without her clothes on. She'd spent Keida's sympathy, though, when she fell for Cain for no reason.