The Woman With The Whip

sniper-with-a-smoke:

thewhiphandadler:

sniper-with-a-smoke:

thewhiphandadler:

“I would be a little concerned if I were, you the hallucinations seem rather violent and I don’t know. You’re my test subject, remember? My guy said that a small dose should last an hour and I gave you, what was it?” She stood with her hip cocked and her right pointer finger tapped against her chin, “Oh, yes! Around five times the normal dose, so we’ll have to see when it goes away.”

“Yes well, ‘m not exactly the soft and cuddly rainbows and fucking unicorns type, am I?” he growled up at her. “What in the bloody hell do you plan to do with me until it does? ‘Sides stand there an’ laugh.”

“That’s definitely one plan, sweetheart,” she laughed and took another sip of tea.

“S’not the only one, is it?” He narrowed his eyes. “Might actually take the chance on m’ own if that’s th case…” he considered his words for a moment. “Might take my chances regardless..”

“Well, by all means,” Irene straightened up and gestured to the door, “Please excuse yourself. If you’re so sure you can do this so much better on your own.”