Third POV
The woman smirked, handing her lover the picture. He stroked his mustache, his eyes on the photo, hands on her waist.
"And you are sure of this?"
"100%"
"She will cooperate?"
The woman smirked. "Absolutely not. But she's been broken before. The second time will be permeant."
The man nodded pensively, his eyes sweeping the photo.
"And what of him?"
The woman gets up, coming behind him, the click of her Loubitins echoing in the room.
"Without her, he'll loose his mind. He won't be able to come after us."
His eyes studied the picture once more, his hair being ruffled by her soft hands.
"She is that important to him?"
The woman smirked, her fake nails scratching against his neck as she looked over his shoulder.
He was unaware of the snake, curling her tail around his nec
