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Imelda Fletcher
Struggling for a moment, Imelda battled within herself at his response. He would need to do it. So he would need to be in complete control.
It would be stupid of her to ignore the fact that, really, they had been building up to something like this having to happen. Him partially controlling her lower half for her limp, and then manipulating her body to provide injuries and wounds were both experiences that seemed to have been building up to the big event. The Slayer also knew that, throughout their time together during this investigation, there could come times that he may have to be in complete control.
But that didn't mean she enjoyed the idea of that possibility.
With a soft snarl under her breath, a hand raggedly pushed through her hair as the internal war on what to do continued.
What other choice did she have? The back door was locked, the front was guarded by those that she didn't wish to waste time taking out. It wasn't as if Alarik had proven himself untrustworthy during this time either. Key phrase - during this time. He had kidnapped her, after all. He had done what she had asked for, and only what she had requested. She knew it was best if she tried to rein in her paranoia as best as possible, however that was easier said than done considering her job title.
"Alright... alright. Let's-- let's do it your way then. You can do this to get us in... and back out. But the moment my feet touch the floor on either side, I want that control back, understood?"