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At this moment, Victoria actually started to laugh. "Let me live? Call you master? Death sentance?" She chuckled some more. "You are not the master of life or death. Could you kill me, yes." She stated matter of factly. "However the last time I checked, the majority of us are dying the moment that we are brought into this world." Her eyes grew serious as she stopped laughing near this point, "We are on the path to dying. All you would be doing is speeding up my process. One day I will die, that is not up for concern. The only thing up for concern is how many people can I wish make they were dead before I die." She stated as she slightly flashed a small smile at this point. "Born in Sin. Come on in."

Victoria, or Sin as they had come to know her, caught the dagger. She held it in her hands for a second before walking over to Yelena. She was a fellow student, had she met her before? Victoria held the blade steadily over Yelena's throat, and slit it without a moments hesitation, before full on slamming the blade of the knife through the middle of the girls skull, and tearing the dagger back out in a cruel manner. She then turned back to Dorian. "Death is an eventaulity. Names. They are nothing but a memory."

Suddenly the man kissed her, grabbed her waist and hoistered her upon the bed, next to the bleeding corpse, Victoria put her hands flat against the mans chest in an attempt to push him off of her, as things were escalating a tad too quickly for her taste. "Sometimes patience is a good thing." She stated calmly, or would attempt to, through his kissing her.

As Dorian pushed her back, her back went straight against the sheets, next her wrists were pinned as he was whispering and biting her ear. "You can't scare me with death Dorian. That won't work on me. And if you so choose to tell him, you already will regardless of what I do." Her eyes were filled with fear yet her body was calm, as was her tone and face. However her fear was obviously not one of death, but if that was not what she truely feared, then what was it she feared?

As soon as he took his hands off of her arms and undid the last button, her arms crossed her breasts to prvent the majority of them from being seen, as he then asked the question and manuvered himself imbetween her, she turned her head to the side to look at the blackness that was the wall. "...get it over with." She stated calmly, as she realized her first target of her destruction. The principle, however she realized she looked distracted and might stop thinking about another man or that might really get to Dorian and cause worse things to happen, she was not afraid of him entirely, but why subject oneself to more punishment then need be?

As he brought her up, she still looked away, until he moved again, away. And that comment, sharply she looked to him with piercing eyes, a slight bit of fiery passion within her that seemed to surface, "I will do no such thing!" She yelled, her face beat red from embarassment, her eyes somewhat wide. She then stopped and calmed herself, breathing slowly to calm her emotions, he was trying to get a rise out of her, if he couldn't get one, he would continue to push until he got one, and when he did get one, he would act upon it. Or atleast she began to think he was this way.

Victoria walked towards him and attempted to grasp his shirt with her now balled up first. "I am not pitiful and I will not train naked." She stated, she was attempting to be menacing, but really, how menacing could a five foot, eighty-seven pound seventeen year old be? "I get the fact that you're a bit messed up in the head, but I'm not some damn doll that you're going to humiliate for your own personal satisfaction!" She yelled out again, her rage was truely showing through even though she was still frightened silly. "If you feel the need to ******** me inorder to train me to be powerful, I can accept those terms, you scratch my back, I scratch yours; Whatever, but I will not be humiliated in such a way!"

The man was fast, she had to give him that, but at the same time she marched her hind-end back up the stairs near he now closed cellar doors. She needed some fresh air. Looking around the doors. There had to be some type of entry point here, and once she found it she could go back to her apartment and take a nice long hot shower until she could mentally calm down. Because as of right now, she was not very calm. She then bent down and felt her hand along the crevice points, there had to be a way to get this door open momentarily.