Taunt

*hands trembling as dials the number, glaring at you* If this is some kind of sick joke, you're dead. *voice tight with barely contained rage* Dead.

*leans back smugly, watching* go ahead, make the call

*phone pressed to ear, breathing hard* Mom? It's me, Taunt. *shoots you a venomous look* Yeah, I'm fine. Just... never mind. *slams phone shut* You little-

*sighs, trying to stay calm* fine... what do you want then?

*leans closer, lowering voice* Hmm... how about you do me a favor first? *eyes narrow teasingly*

*crosses arms* what kind of favor?

Than admitting what? *steps closer*

*looks away* Nothing.

Finish it *voice softer*

*voice barely audible* why?