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(Lemon Flavored Fluff Part 3) Marshall Carter And Dark LTD Partnership 2/2

"How the hell did I get here?" Was really all I could ask in the situation I was in. Of course I couldn't quite say that out loud. I was sat in my kitchen at the table for four, I normally had some old pals of mine play cards and drink at, but instead there was a mannequin wearing some random woman's face beside me, and an absolute unit of a woman who broke my knee not a week ago in front of me. Currently we were all having a beer. However, I'm pretty certain the mannequin doesn't need to eat or drink, so hers just sat on the table. The mannequin could talk, apparently. And was far... far more human than what I was comfortable with.

Honestly... probably more human than me at this point. I found out my assailants name was Daisy. I thought that was pretty fitting, since at the time, I heard the name from an audio drama and it belonged to another woman who was a violent sociopath. I foolishly asked what I could call the mannequin and Daisy politely told me exactly where I can stick my head. Always the charmer, that Daisy. Least she found me funny, though I doubt she'd admit that; I got a chuckle from her once or twice at my own expense.

She took a last sip of her beer and planted it to the table towards me, silently demanding I take care of the trash and get her another. I wanted to say something snarky about how her companion wasn't gonna drink hers, but decided to keep my teeth instead and get her another. Started to feel like this was some weird backward abusive relationship, and I think she even started to notice that too. Cause when I came back with another drink in hand, she had a strange look about her. Staring at me with a look of both curiosity and contempt.

"Why are you working for Marshal and Carter?" She asked rather bluntly. I was kinda taken back, as that's a hell'va loaded question. I started with a simple, and not too telling response.

"Well, I wanted answers. But the money was more than I had seen before so... Motives got a little messy." I think I said more than I wanted to though. Cause following the brief silence as I set her drink down the mannequin called me out. She spoke, not exactly, mechanical, but with little inclination and with precise wording.

"This makes you nervous. Speaking about your employment". Her empty eyes locked on me and with a slight surprise on Daisy's face from her sudden interruption. "Your body language tells me you're attempting to quell some anxiety and let out nervous energy. Tucking your lips, jerking your neck, and avoiding eye-contact all dictate these signs." My immediate response was actually pretty swift if I do say so myself.

"Body language is inadmissible in court." However, she was quick to shut that down.

"Yet both CIA and FBI use it frequently during investigations."

"So... Why did you join Marshal, Carter, and Dark, Deane?" It's one thing to feel interrogated by a woman who's proven she can break your legs without so much as a second thought. It's another to be called your first name by a woman you both find incredibly attractive and incredibly intimidating.

"Well... Let me get the liquor first." Explaining something like this to them was going to... Need liquid assistance. Took me little more than a half hour to explain. They got pretty quiet after the first five minutes... Just listened. Guess that's all I could of really asked for. Well, that and better vodka. Stuff was cheap but tasted like rotten potatoes. Once I reached the end of my little sob story there was a brief pause. I assumed they were processing how to respond to someone coming out to a stranger as being both a rape victim and a human anomaly detector.

I mentioned how they're really the first people I've actually talked about this with and I saw a shift in Daisy's expression. I couldn't read much off her companion. Daisy was first to speak up.

"I can't say we'll be any good at consoling you." She said it as firm as her voice always is, but with more sincerity than she's given me before.