His posture was slightly more defensive, and it sent a little thrill down her spine, mixing with the waves of adrenalin that were already coursing through her. She liked that he was wary of her, that he considered her a threat. It was quite a compliment coming from Scotty, and her mind flashed through all the ways she could inspire that fear to greater heights. It wouldn't end well, but thinking about hurting him was the only thing keeping her calm at the moment. It was already nowhere near enough, and she had to keep stretching her hand to hide the tremors.

His taunting brought a smirk to her face. "I do keep several at once, and I also discard them the minute they no longer entertain me," she sneered. "Scotty, I don't really you're in any position to talk when you're fucking a slave." There was a tiny hint of desperation in her voice, even though she was going for cold and taunting. Fury welled up inside her. I can control this... But already she was losing her grip, losing the cold, manipulative woman who was in control of herself and as in control of her surroundings as possible. Her breaths were coming a little faster, her heart racing a little. Her eyes ran over Scotty's form, looking for openings.