[h1][center]Lethal Force - Farce's Apartment [/center][/h1]
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Samantha laughed. [b]"Oh you don't know do you. My name isn't [I]troll[/i], it's Master Baiter."[/b] With this she flashed the screen a charming smile and sunk the knife into the women's thigh prompting a shrill scream. Samantha didn't even look back at her, in fact she hadn't even looked where she'd put the knife. [b]"Not that you'd fucking know would you? You'd have to talk to people then. You don't even like people, you like controlling them. You don't trust people you don't control, that's why focused on your own team instead of the FBI, couldn't deal with people being on top of you."[/b] She began talking faster, and was taking up the whole camera now.

[b]"I bet these poor sobs with you don't know that you can't even control that power of yours. Always leaking something out aren't you? An empath that can't control his own emotions, but at least you can control others right? Combine that with the kid that can't be hurt but couldn't even be bothered to save his own parents and the twincest over there. One willing to die to protect the other, who would do anything to stop just that from happening. Both of them want to stop humans from being traded when they don't realize they're basically property themselves. At least Romeo and Juliet had the decency to kill themselves."[/b] Her eyes shifted as she picked new targets, her finger tapping on the screen for emphasis. [b]"The only reason you losers are even together is because you're all being mind raped by the guy who can't even control himself. Pathetic."[/b] Samantha walked back and laid her arms around the women she'd just stabbed, a mockery of a lover's embrace and devilishly smiled at them, the only sound in the wake of fiery tirade the quiet sobbing of the women tied in to the chair.