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Natheniel felt his smile falter in frustration, but managed to keep it on his face. "Since now, apparently."
"Well, too bad! I'll get your breakfast for you." Whitney's eyes dared him to contradict her, forgetting for a moment how dangerous it was to go against a masters wishes.
Now Natheniel just glared at her. Did this girl have any idea what could happen now that she had defied him? "Fine. Be like that."
"Fine." She stormed out and got his breakfast from Milly, who grinned at her. "YOung master seems to have you all riled up, Whit." Whitney rolled her eyes and stomped upstairs, leaving laughter behind her. She walked in the room and slammed the tray onto his lap. "Here."
"Hey!" Natheniel pouted up at her, crossing his arms. "You're kinda mean, you know? Maybe I should have you punished for that, huh?"
Whitney raised ane yebrow and burst into laughter. "Oh, no you won't! YOu can't punish me, because you just said you wouldn't r.a.p.e me, and thats the only bad punishment that I can;t deal wiht. So hah!"
Natheniel smirked wickedly at her. "Actually, I never said I wouldn't. I simply said you made me sound like I would. So..."
She stepped back. "YOu wouldn't," she sqeaked out in terror, her fists clenched so tightly that the knuckles were white.
Still smirking, Natheniel moved the tray from his lap and stood up, stepping close to her. "Are you sure?"
She took another step back-and found herself in a corner. She looked at him in fear. "Yes, I'm sure," she said uncertainly.
Natheniel moved even closer, knowing there was no where for her to go now. "You don't sound so sure, Whitney."
Whitney whimpered and tried to run past him.
Natheniel caught her arm and turned her toward him, grabbing her waist. "Going so soon?" he murmured, pulling her close.
Whitney gasped. "Please....let me go....don't do this...." she began thrashing and struggling in his arms. "No!"
Netheniel pulled her into a hug, just holding her there. "Calm down, Whitney. As if I'd actually do something like that."
Her breath came short, deep, and quick. "What do you mean? You said....."
Her breath came short, deep, and quick. "What do you mean? You said....."
"I know, I'm sorry," Natheniel said, sighing. "I was just kidding..."
Whitney managed to wrench herself free from his grip and glared at him, hot tears spilling from her eyes. "You b*stard."