Laura's POV—
I looked at her in confusion. Does she know me? I observed her features, and tried to recall if in my entire lifetime. Green hair and brown eyes... where did I ever see a woman like her?
I tried to recall my best but I couldn't find any memory of her. Maybe, I have never seen Susan in my entire life.
Did Susan think of me as someone else? Maybe... hmmm, nope. I don't know her. There is no 'Susan' in my memory. Yet, she knows me. Laura is my other name or, nickname. Only those who knew me, called me by this name. Did Kristen tell her? Nah, their relationship hasn't blossomed yet. Only Kristen is showing interest. Although, I am pretty sure their relationship will never begin in the first place. Both of them are dominating in nature, and neither of them will back down nor, let the other take the lead.
How did Susan know me? Argh, forget it. It's really troublesome.
"You don't remember me, do you?" hissed Susan. Her eyes were full of anger as if they would devour me, completely wiping my existence. And it's not in a sexual way.
I lowered my head and slowly shook my head in denial. "Sorry," I whispered.
Suddenly, she pinched my waist hard, causing my eyes to tear up in pain. "It hurts," I whined.
"I know." Her voice was devoid of any emotions. She looked nonchalantly at my face. Did she care about me pain? No. She didn't. There was a hint of sadistic desires hidden in her eyes, waiting to open its fangs and bite me down, inflicting all the pains in the world.
I tried to remove her left hand, which was pinching me inhumanly. But I couldn't. A wave of confusion washed over me. Even if I knew the result, I attempted it. If this was the case before, I would have never tried to attempt it.
"Focus. Here. Why are you distracted again?" sneered Susan. Her right hand shot towards me face, forcefully grabbing my chin and making me look into her eyes.
I could sense her killing intent, directed towards me. Her hold on my jaw tightened, making me cry out in pain.
"P-please... l-let go..." I pleaded.
"Why are you acting like a pitiful woman?" Susan snarled angrily, "you are always like that, acting as if everyone is gonna hurt you. Little Laura always seducing men and women to do her bidding, and then discarding them like a piece of trash. Acting and manipulation are your speciality. For you, humans are just made for your use. Whatever happens, just shed some tears and someone will immediately do something to make you happy, right? We are your tools, right? Look at me in my eyes, and tell... what do you see in my eyes?"
Susan released my chin. Ah! My chin has gone numb from pain. She asked me to look into her eyes, didn't she? Fine, I will answer. I carefully looked into her eyes and discerned her emotions.
"You hate me, and want me to die. If possible, you want to kill me with your own hands," I replied blankly.
Where did I offend such a 'mad' woman? She really wants to kill me. As for her analysis regarding me... I won't deny it completely. Humans are my most useful weapons. 'Emotion' is the greatest adversary of a human, but for me... it's a privilege. Without them, humans can't be moulded into perfect pawns.
Love, hate, anger, disgust, faith, and kindness. These are the shackles set by humans to trap their carnal instincts. A pit for themselves, lest they lose their control one day. But at the end of the day, only two emotions hold absolute power. Selfishness and fear. Without these two, we can never progress together as a race.
How many people do you think will like to sacrifice themselves for this already 'doomed' race? No one. The people who might have sacrificed themselves for the welfare of this 'doomed' race are dead. Long, long dead. Only buffoons are left behind.
Susan nodded, "Correct. What would you do if I turn these people against you? Do you know what will happen if you leave this train?"
"I will die," I replied. Blackmailing me won't do a thing. But I can't deny that my fate lies in her hands. Right now, these people trust her. A 'policewoman' who will protect them. Delusion provides a temporary sense of safety. The moment she reveals her true nature; these people will turn against her.
My arm was held tightly by her. "Still thinking how to evade this situation? It seems your brain needs time to process as well. Even people like you need some time to think!" Susan's lips curled up, "Laura, beg me. If you beg me, I will tell them not to nominate you. Then again, I am not surprised by you. You seduced quite a few people within this small amount of time. But you also know, lust sometimes pales against fear."
Susan is right. Fear definitely pales lust.
Lust can overthrow fear... but it depends on the 'arena.' Right now, the arena we are trapped in, is known as 'uncertainty.'