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Akuma looks back at Sam now and smirks.
"So. Get up."
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Akuma looks back at Sam now and smirks.
"So. Get up."
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"No. I just don't want to kill you." Akuma snickers.
She walks over to the girl and examines the scrapes and welts on her with a look of pleasure on her face. "And really, that's what I wanted to test. See how well marks show up on you."
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Akuma chortles. "Come now. You enjoyed it and so did I."
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Akuma stares down Sam, considering.
"Hey. Idea. If I, knowing that you actually like physical pain, make a deal with you to where in exchange for pain you listen to anything I have to say, would you take that deal?" she asks.
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Akuma giggles. "Really? That easy?"
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Akuma smirks. "That's not what I meant. . . I meant you'll obey me. But either way you agreed, not knowing what was really meant - so now I own you."
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Akuma tilts her head. "I was clear. You should have known."
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Akuma sighs. "You're a fucking smartass, aren't you?"
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Akuma's lips pull back into a snarl. "I'll have my way."