Paige woodenly did what she ought to, without any psychological hindrance,
"I'm begging you, Natasha."
"Say you are a dirty cunt." Natasha made her way back to the door and drank something, before going for the champagne.
Paige trembled for a moment as she suppressed her laughter when she thought about how Lance had said it,
"I'm a dirty cunt."
Natasha saw no humiliation in Paige's eyes; she felt not an ounce of satisfaction if it went like this. Suddenly, she got an idea,
"Say that your future children are dirty cunts."
Paige's face darkened at once. She would most likely not have children, but that didn't mean she would go and say such things. And especially not if her child had a part of Lance in them.
Natasha met Paige's pitch-black eyes across the aisle, the way she hung down from that cross creeped her out endlessly,