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her mind paints an amusing vision: feyre slamming his head against the desk in front of him, the signal he needed to show that she hasn't been broken completely, regardless of what her thoughts seem to tell her. she is still alive, with that same spark, challenging him at every moment. it earns laughter, trickling into her mind until she forces him out with such promising power. " not bad. " his voice, his claws & shadows instantly retreat, not daring to push at the fence that shields her now. she deserves a break for that.
he doesn't show the impact her accusation has on him, that same bored smirk resting onto features, controlling the guilt until his brain pushes out the thoughts of the minds he's been forced to invade: helpless, unsuspecting fae, giving all their deepest thoughts until there was nothing left but a wiped mind. he always put on a good show for her, even if he never let any of them suffer. it still wasn't enough.
paperwork gets tosses to the side, sliding across his desk, before his hands fold onto the surface. a brow quirks, head tilting, rhysand humming before retorting, " well, would you rather i show you flower arrangements instead? " he offers her a saccharine smile, his shoulders raising. " we can go over dresses, or proper table etiquette ... since it seems you are much more content with being a pet. "
through the crippling disorientation, i managed to still make out enough of the words on his note to deepen my scowl even further. his voice echoing inside my mind made my skin crawl — as did the humbling realization of my decrepit helplessness. how easily he had been able to slip in past my lousy defenses — one quick move, and what remained of myself could be crushed entirely. had my mind always been so feeble? or had the last few months truly broken me so far beyond the realm of my own comprehension? it was that overwhelming sense of self loathing and resentment towards my own uselessness that kept me from shriveling up entirely. fully aware he was observing my every thought — for just a moment, i loudly imagined how satisfying it would have been to ram his head against the desk. that spite continued to hold me up, giving me something tangible to hold onto as the walls of my mind kept breaking down. the darkness in my head swarmed, as i struggled to scramble through it. with a deep inhale, my eyes shut and trembling hands gripping the arms of my chair, i gathered the last bit of energy i had left in my dwindling reserves. and with an exasperated gasp, i finally forced him out — armoring my mind with sharp, mountainous walls. “ absolute prick, ” i panted, practically out of breath. “ you enjoy this, don’t you? toying with people’s minds? ”