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No.

[ Unacceptable answer. Try again. ]

My loving and gorgeous fiancée with whom I often have marathon sex with.

[HE TYPES THIS POINTEDLY.]

So which part is the obstacle? The fiancée or the marathon sex?

Neither, really, I just wanted you to know that I had both.

[The braggart.]

I do not care. Neither do you since you are the one sexting me.

Such bravado.

I wonder how bold you'll be when you can hear me.

The same amount. You must realize I am not frightened of your ability.

[A beat. A long, bracing inhale.

A sharp, brief yelp.]

Tell me what you are frightened of.

[Blood on his desk, as it dribbles in droplets from the slice in his palm.]

[ The words spew from his lips without a single thought: ]

What the world will become if that imbecile halfwit takes over back home.

You really cannot stand the idea of someone like that, someone so inferior holding that kind of prestige over you. It just uproots your sense of order.

[An insightful perspective into Starr's authentic fear -- arrogant in its own way. Chilton cleared his throat, procrastinating for a moment, knowing what he must do and yet dreading the plunge.

Another sharp yelp, with a whimpering accompaniment.]

Choke yourself for fifteen seconds.

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You still believe I am ruled by my own pride? That what I do is about my precious feelings?

[ The word is spat with a bitter disdain for such emotions. ]

You are wrong. There is far more at stake beyond me and my--

[ Then that order came. Starr's words ceased and with a great deal of exasperation, he reaches up to yank his tie taut -- effectively strangling himself. Although to teach Chilton a little lesson, Starr goes silent. And he is silent for much longer than the fifteen seconds. Even if he is safe and sound, Chilton deserves to have that bit of a fright that his power could cause something to go terribly wrong so he could learn a bit of restraint. ]

[At first it was funny -- deeply funny. An impossibly magical tactic to prove a mild point of curiosity. It was only an experiment, he was going to argue if need be, he was seeing if his commands had duration. Starting small, of course, like fifteen seconds small. But it was funny, with Starr cutting short his own tirade, the struggle that played prelude to silence.

Then that silence. That much too long silence.]

Hah... [A beat, and Chilton glanced at his clock.] Klaus? [Another beat.] Wake up. Shit -- Wake up. [His thumb digging into the two cuts in his palm, again and again.] Don't be dead.

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I am alive and well.

[ His voice is a bit distant, as though he's got Chilton on speaker and has walked away. Starr returns with a cup of hot tea to soothe his aching throat. ]

Have you gotten this little powertrip out of your system?

No, I absolutely have not. [Anger leaked into his voice, knowing now that Starr had tricked him into guilt and fretting.] I'm just considering what humiliating thing I'll have you do next.

All right. I will await your next command.

[ Sipping his drink. Starr could have hung up the phone, of course. But it's telling that he's allowing Chilton to do this, consenting to it. ]

Why? Why aren't you fighting back? A man like you.

Because I believe in you. Your success means far more than preserving my pride.

I can obliterate your pride. I can make you squirm naked, face down in the dirt. I can force you to consummate yourself for days.

[He thought he could, with that last one. Like the fifteen second example, it would need experimentation.]

You could, yes. But like I said before: at some point it has to go beyond me.

I rather like playing with you.

You flatter me, but I am not interested in being exclusive.

Never took you to be poly...theistic.

[He almost doesn't chuckle at his own joke.]

[ A long, suffering sigh. Why are you like this, Chilton. ]

[This is your Messiah, Starr! You chose him, he's the Chosen One.]

I'll take a rain check on your next obedience trial. Wouldn't want to exhaust you so early.

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