After Milo was yelling and stabbing at him, he somehow managed to get him back into the cave.
"Valentines is over Milo." Skin taker whispered. He kept repeating it over and over.
"Yeah, I fucking understand that." He scoffed. "What do you want me to do??"
"Well, you are sort of a toy to me again. I can order you around."
"What do you mean by that, I'm not gonna be a sex sl--"
"I wouldn't dream of such a thing." The skin taker rolled his eyes. "You remember bullying that Percy kid? Going around killing people? Hmm?"
"Yeah of course I do..." Milos voice softened, even cracking a bit. That wasn't /him/.
" That was training, Milo. You have to build a relationship with little Janice, okay?"
"Done. I'm /not/ hurting her. Fucking kill me! I don't care! She's not gonna go through the shit you did to me! She's nine!"
"Stop using such profane words, Milo. You're not hurting her, nor killing her. None of that, alright?" He sat in his chair, leaning back to get comfy. He would have Milo there for a while.
"Then what do I have to do?"
"Just get a close enough relationship to have her trust you. Then, when you're done, bring her to me."
"Yeah. Sounds great. She'll live a happy life with you! Nothing like the way her dad abused her! Nothing like her sister locking her up!" Milo said with a big 'smile'. "She told me everything, you're not getting that kid! She's my-"
"Milo. Be quiet. Follow orders, go to bed. You don't even know what I'm gonna do to her." He stood up. "Sweet dreams." He blew out the candle and walked to his room.
(Don't ask how he talks, looks, or blows out candles. Just imagine it)
"Night, shithead." Milo leaned against the wall, sighing and closing his eyes as he took out his flask.
