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[herrstory]

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[herrstory]

Earn my respect and perhaps I will abide by your rule. But you have yet to do so. And continuously calling me Klaus is a good way to make me cut off your genitals and use them as a dildo on you.

[ Oooh. That's actually a far better mental image than this porn he's watching. He turns it off so he can better focus on turning himself on. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[-- That vibrant threat dampens Chilton's bravado. His comeback falters, seizing behind his teeth, and he doesn't speak for a few moments.]

But I protected you.

[He finishes, weakly.]

[herrstory]

And I will continue to be efficient and effective at my job because of it. You will find none better at keeping things secure. It still does not mean I will not lash out if struck enough. Even a dog will turn on its owner when pushed too far.

[slightlyoffchilt]

So that is our professional relationship? You are my semi-feral pet dog?

[herrstory]

If you want me to be your submissive bitch, you are going to have to throw me a bone.

[slightlyoffchilt]

As long as it's a bone and not a boner.

[herrstory]

Seriously. What other sort of bone would I be interested in when it comes to you?

[slightlyoffchilt]

What -- [So aghast!] It is within my power to grant you more power.

[herrstory]

In both scenarios I am still underneath you. And unless you have grand plans you are not mentioning, my suggestion would probably be the more satisfying option.

[slightlyoffchilt]

It is this behavior you exhibit, this nonchalant disregard, which provokes others into wanting to see you humbled. Klaus.

In case you were unaware.

[herrstory]

And how would you humble me, Frederick?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Evidently you need another round of electroshock therapy. The voltage must be doubled.

I have a sound-proof room at the ready.

[herrstory]

Where would you be placing the electrodes?

[slightlyoffchilt]

This time? Inside of you.

[That's not ethical. Or even medical.]

[herrstory]

And would you be the one to place them yourself?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh, no. No -- that is a job for your immediate subordinates.

[If only for the sake of humiliation.]

No doubt they'd love the opportunity to express their. Gratitude. Towards you.

[herrstory]

They are not of age for such a thing.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You are in charge of more people than just Tate and Carl, which is beside the point because their literal job is patient control and you would be -- [Oh my god, realizes Chilton. Starr was making this sexual.]

Oh my god.

[herrstory]

Hmm. I like the way you say that. Oh my god. Repeat that for me, will you?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I most certainly will not!

You are getting a new prescription from me, and you will fulfill it. [An anti-psychotic.] Even if I have to force each pill down your throat myself.

[Oh no, he thinks, already too late to rephrase the wording.]

[herrstory]

[ A short, sharp exhale is the only indication Starr gives that he's finished. And then the sound of a few tissues being yanked from the box to clean up. ]

We had a division of the Grail who could take a fraction of a person's soul and turn it into a pill form. It worked wonders to heal psychotic ailments in compatible individuals. Perhaps something to consider looking into.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[An array of emotions to follow: Starr's overt use of him for muted orgasm, the realization that physical threats pacified him, and the knowledge of a terrible (and yet impossible) thing to destroy souls for pharmaceutical use. Anger, curiosity, horror.]

That would be impossible here. This world isn't guaranteed to have souls -- who would you be using?

[herrstory]

It is not a matter of choice. There are things beyond us that make souls compatible together. You may hate me and yet still, our souls could be a 98% match. Not that I am in need of such medications. I am perfectly stable and sane.

[ A sniff. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

You are clinically neither. [But Chilton won't elaborate -- he's taken by Starr's assertion. A realization dawns.]

This is real to you. Righting wrongs -- albeit through dark and questionable ways -- that means something to you. You want to improve the world.

[herrstory]

Of course I do. You called my motivations into question?