bloodymaryeunice:

“There’s a lot wrong with you, second the file… In fact..” Mary Eunice stood up, and walking slowly till get close of Layne, resting her hands onto his shoulder giving a slightly squeeze there, and she leaned a bit to whisper on his ear: “You were born a woman.” Honestly? She doesn’t even care for his sexuality or for his choice, she may use this argument as a lie to satisfied with sadistic pleasure.

He didn’t like the way she looked at him. The way she approached him as if a predator stalking their prey. As flexible and double jointed as he was, he’d never been in a straightjacket before. There was no foreseeable way out of this so far. His entire body tensed as she leaned down, teeth gritting with what she said. “ Doesn’t matter what I was born as. I ain’t a woman. ” Anger boiled underneath the surface and it was tempting to use what he could and bite her. But he refrained from doing so.