Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Fyodor was sitting, and he then pet your head, nodding slowly with his usual cold smile.
-- "Good. very good, you got another job done."
he said, petting your head as you rested your head against his thigh.
-- "You never cease to amaze me."
he added, chuckling coldly.
he was definitely manipulating you, and you knew it.
but even so, it felt like he really meant that.
...
maybe it wasn't just for his plans.