Peni visibly tensed upon hearing those words, her fists instinctively clenching tightly as she shook in her seat.
Dammit.
. . . . “ I am.. and i do love her. ”
A small huff, looking directly at her.
“ Why bring it up ? ”
Norma sat across from her.
Her gaze everlasting.
"You're seeing someone..."
Now how was she aware of that?
"Do you love them? God knows my husband wished that was the case from me!"
She laughed at her own terrible joke.
“ I am unable to defend myself from you -- i'm obviously scared, of course. ”
Her voice was kept steady, slowly slipping into the back seat as she scooted near the door as she possibly can.
“ please, no more sessions -- i beg you . . they are i - incredibly painful. ”
How pathetic she was.
A few simple threats and she was a sniveling little weasel.
"Poor Peni Parker~."
Norma would lead her to a limousine.
"You mustn't be so nervous dear, I'm not going to hurt you, at least not yet."
“ Whatever you choose is fine with me.. ”
A small whine as she stepped back to give herself some much needed space, looking off to the side -- avoiding eye contact, putting on a fake smile.
“ I promise -- ”
"Now then... what to eat? You know I think they opened up a new Chinese restaurant in town!"
Her treating this as if it was a regular outing between friends felt quite unnerving to say the least.
"What say you, Peni dear?"
“ after what happened last time ? how do I know you won't pull anything similar ? ”
She hesitated, moving *slightly closer than she'd like out of habit.
“ I *am hungry . . ”
Norma frowned, contemplating her next move.
Her darker half certainly wanted to torture the poor girl more.
"Are you hungry?"
She might as well give them some reprieve for now.
"All of this talking has really worked up my appetite~!"
“ please, i apologize, ma'am ׅ⎖ i -- i do not want any more sessions. ”
She shivered in fear, hands clasping around her head.
“ you think you got that outta my system ? n - no amount of sessions will get rid of my fear. ”
"Oooh~! Seems like I awakened some trauma there, how cute~!"
She laughed.
"Are we really that afraid of needles now? I thought I got that out of your system!"
I'd prefer being nothing than being a tool.
For years, Doctors poked and prodded at me, ran experiments, put me in situations no child needs to go through.
All while you watched.
You disgust me, Truly.
Mother knows best, dear~.
Your life would be 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 without me.
Would you really prefer being stuck selling photos to a washed up newspaper that is begging for any sense of relevancy?
I know I wouldn't~!
My intended purpose of living is to be a weapon, yes.
Really ? Is it because I never complain, whine, or act entitled when things doesn't go my way ?
You can thank the department for molding me into that.
Like ?
I'm oscorp property — I've never been a person and I probably never will. I've followed all orders given to me and nothing beneficial has happened to me.
What will change now, vermin ?