>>16849078>'No I don't. Fuck that slut!'"Remember our mission ladies. Tonight, we are going to raid the potluck of its monetary donations in order to send a message- a message that says religion is not only a crime, but a sin in of itself. We will then use the money to fund our own ambitions, so that we may populate the world with people who follow our principles, and ONLY our principles."
Desdemona snaps her fingers towards her Trevenant. Slowly nodding, he limps over to her and gently scoops her into his big, wooden palm. The tree-ghost carries her over to Anina.
Before the anxiety-ridden witch can even say so much as a word, Desdemona silences her with a finger to her unsoiled lips, "You should be gracious that I'm even giving you a second chance, Anina. That third strike was more or less, too much for my tolerance levels. Please keep in mind that as it stands, there was a high chance you could have died when we finally discovered you, scouting the garbage cans like a fucking rat."
"Do you think making a mockery out of our group is a fun little game of yours, Anina?"
"N-No, m'-m'am..."
"So you shall play ball tonight then, is that right? You shall play and make all of us proud when you steal the collection plate, is that so? There really is no other option. Another strike, and I'm keeping your soul in addition to watching you die. Just to ensure it gets in no further trouble. Surely you understand, no? I'd hate to remind you again."
A) "W-What did I even do wrong? W-We're buddies! Buddies, a-aren't we?"
B) "I-I understand...."
C) "B-But I don't wanna be the one who steals the plate!"
