[color=gray]
Aïtana watched the woman closely as she began cleaning the spot on the carpet. She soon finished and began speaking to her as if they were long friends or had some kind of relationship that allowed for civil communication while one of them had been knocked out cold, kidnapped, and was tied to a chair.

Aïtana was ready to spit into Catarina's face - be it with words or fluids. Her words did nothing to impress her. They all felt like lies at this point, and even more so, they sounded pathetic in her ears. [i]Admiring her morals[/i]. Who was supposed to believe that? Maybe someone from the council she had somehow gotten into her pocket? Aïtana had long believed that Catarina was hiding the full scope of who and what she was. Her suspicion was more of a gut feeling at first, a wariness. [i]Be careful around that one[/i], her instinct had warned her. And Aïtana had listened. Catarina was dangerous. She could deal with dangerous, she could even respect dangerous. What she drew the line at dishonest and pretentious.

Catarina got close to her, close enough so they could look into each other's eyes as her captor lowered herself to the floor. Aïtana wouldn't give her the pleasure to look away and cower. She stared straight into those eyes and searched for something she could work with. Was there doubt? Was there hatred? But she couldn't tell.

[color=fab900]"Let's not pretend for one second that you want to stand across from me as equals. Your words don't phase me. I have the strong feeling [i]one of us[/i] benefits more from this captive situation than the other, so don't come at me with this weak attempt of 'We both hate this situation equally, let's work this out' bullshit. If you find it so disgusting, I recommend taking a long look into the mirror. You might throw up from the very view you find in it."[/color] She wished she had free range with her feet to push the woman away from her position in front of the chair. [color=fab900]"If you're trying the 'easy way' here, just to blame it on me once you start your torture, I'd suggest you cut to the act. Honestly, I never thought you were this naive to believe your victim-blaming would work on me. Have you read too many villain novels? Do you practice that speech in front of the mirror?"[/color]

She let out an unamused laugh. [color=fab900]"Shall we unpack your traumatic childhood next as if that would excuse any of your actions? [i]'Oh I find kidnapping disgusting.'[/i] But didn't you just mention there was another person you have locked up somewhere in a cage? [i]'You wouldn't want someone else to get captured.'[/i] Are you really trying to blame your actions on a person tied to a chair? I'm sorry but your theater act isn't doing it for me. If you want to have a real conversation with me, I'll give you two hints. First: Do not call me darling. Second: Untie me. Meet me at eye level. Let's talk as equals. And don't use your corrupted, ungraceful spells to dominate someone else's body or mind."[/color] She wasn't ready to admit that she had not yet cracked how Catarina had captured her. Her memories of that moment hadn't fully surfaced yet. She knew that Catarina had surprised her. Not with her presence but with something else. Aïtana had dropped to the floor immediately, pain had been involved. But as far as she could tell, her body was uninjured now.

Aïtana braced herself for an incoming attack. She didn't know if Catarina was one to easily lose her temper, she hadn't seemed like it before. But now she was in her habitat, away from people, away from needing a mask. And Aïtana could not possibly know what hid underneath it.
[/color]