Mind Games [Behemoth and Millie]

[Gildarts]

The girl must have been attached to strings he couldn't see. Yes, she resembled that of a puppet, her words carefully selected and at the same time allowed by the trespasser. This had to be it. An effective stratagem, she proved to have use to the thrall as her emotions tempted Behemoth's mercy and humanity.

This was not to mention the bits and pieces he picked up of her pondering. Millie was, for the most part, blocked, and all he had to go from was the wisps of expression that gently creased her eyebrows. In light of recent developments, he could read the situation well, but only from her face.

The questions stirred in her unquiet mind, he could see this with just an intuitive glance. Behemoth had been sized up. From his head to his toes, even his clothes, graded by her ever-undoing eyes, who searched him for a status above his fugitive level.

Tattooed tallies too, could be seen around the cuff of his sleeve, and had the girl caught a glimpse of the nape of his neck, she would have seen a blackened bar code under the folds of his sleeked hair.

Behemoth only half-listened, her voice seemed small as it beckoned him with some sort of ebbing trail littered with bread crumbs.

"Hah, fix you? Why ever would I do that?" Behemoth enjoyed playing the villain too much. He played his test well enough, and geared his receptive thoughts to her as he awaited the first feeling that would shoot, relying on her own instinct, before he admitted, "Just kidding..."

His cocked chin and the gleam in his eye danced with menace as he readied himself to be aware of any change in the thrall's psychic power. "But, you won't like my solution. I can almost guarantee it."

A smile hovered on his lips as he saw the flicker of hesitation deplete the strength she once had gained through the riveting temptation.

"It's a very simple... Procedure... But you'll have to agree to let me enter your mind."