[It isn't quite a smile that brushes on Petre's lips when he keeps the dead cigarette in his hand, looking down at Ryan like a giant looking down at a bug.]
I'm doing you a favor, Ryan. He would've just hurt you eventually.
[His tone is dripped in irony, sadistic and satisfied. Suddenly he seems like the perfect image of a young man, put together in nice clothes, honey-gold hair combed to the side, skin pale, lips red. Who could ever call him a monster when he looks like that?]
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I'm doing you a favor, Ryan. He would've just hurt you eventually.
[His tone is dripped in irony, sadistic and satisfied. Suddenly he seems like the perfect image of a young man, put together in nice clothes, honey-gold hair combed to the side, skin pale, lips red. Who could ever call him a monster when he looks like that?]
He's using you. It's better this way, you'll see.
[But he'd love to hear him beg some more.]