'A... beast... so much of a beast... that he'd even... touch... a... disabled... person??'
'Heh... is he... really... that... desperate??'
Seeing Archie Lockwood's mocking, disdainful expression, Eleanor Bishop felt her unease grow. "Archie Lockwood, if you don't agree, I'm not sleeping with you!"
"You dare threaten me?" Archie Lockwood's expression darkened, and he spoke through a cold, mocking sneer.
Eleanor Bishop gritted her teeth, her lips pale as she retorted defiantly, "So what if I am?"
"Heh, getting bold, are we?" 'She dares to provoke me? Does she not know that I'm the kind of person who's never afraid of a challenge? In fact, the more someone provokes me, the more I enjoy doing the exact opposite!'
"..." Eleanor Bishop was so frightened by Archie Lockwood's vicious expression that she didn't dare say another word.
'Every time she argued with Archie Lockwood, she never won. Or rather, she simply never had the courage to say a second sentence...'
