Poison Escape

“You’ve never asked my name?” she said, head tipped back and eyes on the cracked ceiling. “Then again I’ve never asked yours.”
Jamie frowned, eyebrows scurrying to knit together as the lax, loose-jaw gaze puckered and pulled into something close to concentration.
“What?” he croaked, spittle catching on chapped lips.
“I mean it’s not your fault,” she continued. “It’s not as if you’re the only one who doesn’t ask. No one does. They all think they already know.”
“I-”
She waved a hand, fingers blurring across Jamie’s vision and whisking away whatever words he’d been about to attempt.
“Hush now,” she soothed. “It doesn’t matter anymore does it? Hum? I’m not going to niggle you about something as silly as a name. Why should I? It’s not my job!”
Jamie’s chin dropped, thudding against his chest.
“I know what my job is,” she carried on. “I’m here to be used.”

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