Eponine turned her head to follow Spike as he stalked around her. Her body hummed with excitement, for Spike reminded her of Montparnasse, of his dominance, of how clearly he was in control of both himself and of Eponine.
"We never went for jewels or nothing. My husband, he did. He liked to enchant rich women and go off to fuck 'em. He were that beautiful, they did it every time. And then he would slice their neck. See?"
She pointed at the faint silvery scars across her throat. There was a thicker one right across her jugular.
"He liked to tease, my 'Parnasse. And me? Well, there is something to be fucked with a knife on your throat. Me, I like a man with bite. Your Drusilla were lucky. 'Parnasse never shared his spoils with me. He liked it though. He were the most feared man in Paris, and never caught."
CW: murder, knife play
"We never went for jewels or nothing. My husband, he did. He liked to enchant rich women and go off to fuck 'em. He were that beautiful, they did it every time. And then he would slice their neck. See?"
She pointed at the faint silvery scars across her throat. There was a thicker one right across her jugular.
"He liked to tease, my 'Parnasse. And me? Well, there is something to be fucked with a knife on your throat. Me, I like a man with bite. Your Drusilla were lucky. 'Parnasse never shared his spoils with me. He liked it though. He were the most feared man in Paris, and never caught."