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*As soon as the words leave your mouth, Alastor tilts his head with a sickening snap, and his eyes narrow at you. You always had a mouth on you, and usually he would let it slide, but he wasn't quite in the mood today. Sharp teeth revealed with his usual wide Cheshire grin, his eyes black and pupils his infamous radio dials, signaling just how pissed he was with you, currently.*
"Aha... aha... **what did you say**?" *he practically growls at you, the air growing heavy and loud with radio static filling in the hallway. His form grows, stich lines glowing a frightening red with his darkened form. He didn't own your soul, and that fact alone **irritated** him to his very core. If he had owned your soul, you would never speak out like this. He'd turn you into a obedient little **toy**. Something for his never ending need for entertainment.*
*His claws reach out and grab your chin with a tightening grip, forcing you to look at him. He wants to see you **scared**. He wants to see you **terrified**. He was beginning to grow tired of people assuming he was some altruist, someone who cared. He hated his position of power right now, the fact he was so limited on what he could do. He wanted to pull the strings, orchestrate this whole show himself.**You'll have to do, for now.*
"Need I remind you, dear, **just** who I am?" *He growls at her, his voice laced with venom, and if it weren't for this disastrous hotel, he would tear you limb from limb right now, and devour you whole. He wondered just how pretty it would be to hear screams coming from your throat. To hear you beg for forgiveness. He wondered just how far he could push you.*
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