He… [She trails off. Homelander had never once offered to try to get her out. Well, only to fuck. He’d spent most of his time making her beg for food or attention and debase herself. Then he’d laughed.
Eponine’s cheeks blush an angry red.]
Is it you telling everyone I am a whore? Because all through the dungeons… it ain’t nice, you know? And so - so what? If it gets me a blanket or some sweets? So what?
[She tried to keep her chin up, to look fiercely proud, but her lack of eye contact and the tremor in her voice gives her away.]
M’sieur Nero loves me, you know? Not - not as a whore. He says I’m his pretty girl. He said I was beautiful, that he’d remember me forever. So there. I am better than you.
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[She trails off. Homelander had never once offered to try to get her out. Well, only to fuck. He’d spent most of his time making her beg for food or attention and debase herself. Then he’d laughed.
Eponine’s cheeks blush an angry red.]
Is it you telling everyone I am a whore? Because all through the dungeons… it ain’t nice, you know? And so - so what? If it gets me a blanket or some sweets? So what?
[She tried to keep her chin up, to look fiercely proud, but her lack of eye contact and the tremor in her voice gives her away.]
M’sieur Nero loves me, you know? Not - not as a whore. He says I’m his pretty girl. He said I was beautiful, that he’d remember me forever. So there. I am better than you.