But the thrill of victory was short-lived. Birkin was reacting to him the same way Spirit always had, and while the sadistic part of Stein enjoyed every minute of it, he wondered if he were losing the friendship at the same time. He mourned that Birkin, perhaps, didn't understand him as well as he wanted him to - or maybe understood him too well.
But he wasn't going to kill Birkin, and he wished Birkin understood that.
"I didn't tie Vanessa up," Stein said thoughtfully. "Though I think you're right that she'd enjoy it."
He stroked his fingers down Birkin's arm to the restraint. "Are you really that scared?" With a flick of his fingers, he released the catch, freeing Birkin's right arm. "Are you going to run away from me, now? Or should we go back and sit down, and enjoy the rest of our evening?"
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But the thrill of victory was short-lived. Birkin was reacting to him the same way Spirit always had, and while the sadistic part of Stein enjoyed every minute of it, he wondered if he were losing the friendship at the same time. He mourned that Birkin, perhaps, didn't understand him as well as he wanted him to - or maybe understood him too well.
But he wasn't going to kill Birkin, and he wished Birkin understood that.
"I didn't tie Vanessa up," Stein said thoughtfully. "Though I think you're right that she'd enjoy it."
He stroked his fingers down Birkin's arm to the restraint. "Are you really that scared?" With a flick of his fingers, he released the catch, freeing Birkin's right arm. "Are you going to run away from me, now? Or should we go back and sit down, and enjoy the rest of our evening?"