Was it some kind of paradox-build in her, then? Her willingness was beautiful, but what if he wanted her true distress? It was something unsavory, of course, and they should easily have crossed some chemical or wound one string of infinitesimal information to keep her safe from it, but they did something else, instead, and tried to protect their product with paper and contracts. He should not have been of this heart if he wanted to own something like her, but she should also not have been sewn, grown and nurtured like this.<br/><br/>It looked the same to Kedrick. Because she was preforming as well as she did while being Greta and Manon. But this wasn't a person he knew. This was his nymph, which was mostly just his own blood. Clueless man, robbing her of what he'd given, Naella's clothes, and enjoying the sounds she made for it. Her voice said pleasant things in their little, long room. He'd become deaf for anything that could be real distress or insult. This was why those who would run rampant shouldn't have their desire's salvation grown. He was failing her now, but her creators had wronged her, too.<br/><br/>It was almost bothersome to him, how she tried to extend herself so the tips of her toes could alleviate her hair's punishment, because it was such a beautiful performance. His eyes became wider when she defended herself. Hadn't Iris always tried to be better? Still learning could mean he would have satisfaction in the future, but it did sound like a bid for his understanding. A new angle on her character, he deduced, even if he'd not asked for it.<br/><br/>Her protests were addictive. Not even as dying Greta had she asked for something real. This was some kind of peak then. Kedrick didn't lament on the fact that Iris's distress was of any value to him only because he was becoming attached to the nymph. Maybe he was playing with his own heart too, at loosing her. He was too deep into his game to notice that she'd not given him the information he asked for, her return and demolition, and that had never been the case before. She'd even fed him of her body.<br/><br/>The upsetting of her bones were a loud entertainment, even if Iris knew to make it elegant too. He laughed to himself. enjoying the darkness spreading in him the way he had when killing the assistant in the car, and having at his little sister. More weight on his heart, then! She wanted something from him, and he was business minded enough to negotiate. "If you want to stay you will have to be significantly better." he warned and pulled the belt from it's loops.<br/><br/>He reached around her, and petted the would-be flowerbed around her spine, now leaving her liquids on the wall behind her, until his fingers came across a shard that had stuck. He pried it out with the tip of a digit and pinched it greedily. A triangular, clear thing. What had gotten into him? He pushed up against her lovingly, he was still under the impression she was entertaining him after a day of missing her, and kissed her forehead. Then he watched her as he licked the glass clean. Precarious, but he should risk a cut on his tongue if she was playing the sometimes murdered victim, shouldn't he? Her life was as sweet as he knew it would be.<br/><br/>Suddenly he stepped back, inspired, and pushed at her shoulder to have her swing. Her lightness also had a downfall for her, in this predicament. He waited for her to moved as he wanted, giving her red wings on the wall. Her toes would be allowed to keep her still soon. "I'm sick of you." he said lovingly. He didn't mean it at all but looked down as the tantalization he meant for her to feel showed in honey between her thighs. The glass shark's tooth came forward and nicked her breast. "I have seen all your tricks and they are tired." Such an impolite owner. If he knew what he was doing to her he might have cried for her. After all, as Manon her failures hadn't been so bad.<br/><br/>He went on with his dark schemes and took the glass razor to her lower lip, too, making a generous insert so that he could then kiss her hungrily. Her flavor was absolutely debilitating. He bit gingerly into the petal and had his glassles hand take out his insistence for her from behind the zipper. It was, perhaps, more of a fan than even he was. He lifted her by her waist to keep her at the right level, it took the strain from her hair and scalp but eventually seated her onto the flesh she'd engorged with her misery. Once she was stable, taller, he took out the glass that had now stuck in her side - from lifting her - to make a sickeningly deep cut between them, vertical, from where her navel would have been and down. Kedrick sighed as the wound slowly birthed his cock out of her stomach as he leaned back. She had turned him into a madman.<br/><br/>"Hold it." he said, eager to have her cunt and her hand at the same time, and put the glass past her already cut lips for her to either suck or swallow. He held her up, his altered toy, and started to move, his length protruding from her and encased in her sap. "Please, Iris, don't be so useless." he said with a loverlike voice. He'd really missed her, today.