magenta cares little for his THEATRICS, something, that if one were to look close enough, was evident upon pale features. however, the domestic came to DOUBT that even if it were glaringly obvious, he’d NOTICE. for he was far too wrapped up in his own twisted mind games, his own OVER-INFLATED ego && it was something that the transylvanian, along with her brother, had used to their ADVANTAGE, after all, it was hardly their fault if he couldn’t see what lay right before him. ‘ i’ll see to it AT ONCE… master. ’ APATHY marred the expanse of her tones, for she had little REASON to remain within his presence now, but until he DISMISSED her, she continued to stand before him, civility straining upon her countenance.
‘ mm – EXCELLENT. ’ through narrowed eyes & with pursed lips, the scientist examines the woman : has she ALWAYS been so very dispassionate ? it’s true that frank has paid little attention to magenta’s needs, much less to her emotions, but surely such a grueling request would spark some sort of REACTION…anyway. with a scoff, the furter turns on his heel. ‘excellent, ’ he repeats, one prominent shoulder colliding briefly with magenta’s as he moves past her. ‘ i expect you to be FINISHED with the corpse in no more than an hour’s time. do you understand ? ’
feigned civility laced across pallid features, difficult as it was to maintain. she wants to tell him to do it HIMSELF, clean up his own messes for once, but the domestic holds her tongue, swallows down the words that would bring her more trouble than they were worth. ‘ yes, master. ’ boredom ebbed through monotonous tones, as the utterance, repeated as it was, acknowledged his order. a resisted urge to roll her eyes came with the knowledge that he had an idea. a STUPID idea was more likely to be the case, but again, the scathing remark halted before it came to greet him. ‘&& what EXACTLY is your idea ?? ’
‘ the …GUESTS, ’ begins he, pausing for effect& little else. the doctor croons, of course, of brad majors & the weiss girl, nauseatingly normal, UPRIGHT models of the human race. hips swaying loosely as he crosses the room, eyes meeting those of magenta’s at last, frank continues with a click of his tongue : ‘ we’ll have them for dinner. well, actually, PARDON ME – we’ll be havingeddie for dinner, but brad & janet are to be PRESENT. ’ at once, frank’s noisy heels come to a halt ; eyes narrow, head tilts very slightly to one side. he can imagine SEVERAL ways in which infidelity can be punished, but a specific scenario suddenly leaves him smirking. ‘ columbia, too. ’
the doctor is SILENT for a spell, sweat beading upon his brow despite the chill of the laboratory. moments before, he’d mindlessly threatened to cut the domestic’s throat during one of his infamous FITS of RAGE : something’s gone awry within project rocky & frank has yet to discover just what that something is. magenta has chosen a particularly DREADFUL time to come upstairs. ‘ well, REALLY. ’ the doctor straightens his posture, clears his throat. ‘ i hadn’t – erm – i wasn’t SERIOUS. don’t be upset. ’
there was an UNDENIABLE anger that seeped through her veins at the U N D I S G U I S E D disrespect cast towards her brother, but the domestic held her tongue, for she knew how to pick && choose her battles && this wasn’t one of them. she wouldn’t stoop SO LOW, but still CRIMSON painted nails dug against the palm of her hand in an attempt to contain her CONTEMPT. ❛ of course, right away, master. ❜ there was the slightest bow of her head despite the sarcasm that spun evidently through her words. && whilst it was hardly something she hadn’t been tasked with before, there were far simpler ways to dispose of the delivery boy, after all, she was certain the dogs would ENJOY him. nonetheless, it was far easier to simply do as he asked, FOR NOW. ❛ a vell deserved fate, yes. ❜ an unmarked grave. she could think of only ONE OTHER whom warranted the same DESTINY.
‘ of course. ’ frank echoes, near TAUNTING. the doctor, however sadistically, admires the domestic’s servility despite the scathing nature of his ideas. magenta is visibly miffed by frank’s request, but unsurprisingly, the scientist isn’t BOTHERED: this is her only purpose, he muses fondly to himself, & she ought to be GRATEFUL for his awarding her that purpose. ‘ but you’ll not damage the carcass too severely, i trust. i want it to be – ’ the doctor pauses, but for what reason he isn’t certain. he needn’t mask his INTENTIONS from magenta. ‘ i’d like for the body to be reasonably INTACT, you see. i’ve got a stupendous idea. ’
whilst words never came to leave CRIMSON lips, the fact that she didn’t believe him was written across the expanse of pallid features, he didn’t care much for whom he alarmed, as long as things were going HIS WAY, a notion in which she was more than aware of. yet she wasn’t in the utmost surprised by her brother’s suggestion, for it would be far easier for the domestic to dispose of the delivery boy by CONVENTIONAL means, but frank had NEVER been conventional. ❛ indeed, master. ❜ there was a pause, gaze dropping momentarily as she washed all signs of VEXATION from her countenance. ❛ && how do you vant me to DISPOSE of him ?? ❜ she knew. of course she knew, but she’d come to take PLEASURE in inconveniencing the other.
the woman’s apathy almost IRKS the doctor – he huffs, turning on his heel. for all frank knows, it very well could have been magenta’s idea to lay eddie to rest in the garden, & riff raff had simply been the one to inform him. ‘ how i hate to speak ill of him in the presence of his sister – ’ ( a LIE, of course ) ‘ – but how very stupid of him to suggest : we absolutely cannot bury any more corpses there. ’ frank is quiet for a moment, his brow furrowed. ‘ oh, you fool, i DON’T want you to ! i want you to carve him up & serve him on a silver platter ! ’ he scoffs, POISON on his tongue. ‘ people such as eddie – IDIOTS such as eddie – aren’t worthy of even an UNMARKED resting place, magenta. SURELY, you understand. ’
‘ oh, you were there ! it wasn’t EVER my intention to alarm anyone. i should’ve done it long ago, see – eddie no longer had any purpose here ! ’ such cruel proclamations are uttered without so much as a single tear or mournful one - liner. ‘ your brother insists we dispose of the corpse in the garden. but i think – erm – i think that would be a tragic WASTE. ’
