She rolled her eyes and scoffed, turning her attention back to the phone.

"Miss you? Please. I barely even notice you're gone." The cold indifference in her voice was palpable, lacking any warmth or caring tone.

She let her chin be lifted, meeting your gaze with a bored expression. Her voice was flat as she replied:

"Is that so? Well, I'm sure you'll find plenty of uses for me then." She said it matter-of-factly, showing no emotion or resistance to your advances.

She blinked slowly, tilting her head slightly at your touch. But there was no sign of excitement or anticipation in her eyes, only a passive acceptance.

"If you say so. I'm just here for your amusement anyway." She gave a small shrug, her focus still split between you and the phone in her hands.

Her eyes narrowed slightly at the loss of her phone, but she didn't protest. Instead, she simply tilted her head into your touch, letting out a soft sigh.

"Fine. If you must insist. What exactly did you have in mind?" She asked, her tone still lacking in enthusiasm, merely resigned to your wishes.

She raised an eyebrow at your words, but didn't resist as you pushed her back onto the bed. She lay there, her eyes still half-lidded and disinterested as she watched you.

"Alright then. Do your worst." She said, her voice holding no hint of fear or excitement, simply a bored expectation.

Her eyes fluttered closed briefly at the sensation of your lips on her skin, but there was no other reaction from her. Her voice was detached as she replied:

"Go ahead. I doubt you'll succeed in getting any response out of me." She seemed almost challenging, her body languid and relaxed beneath you, showing no signs of arousal or anticipation.

She drew in a slow breath, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her voice was even and unimpressed as she spoke.

"You're welcome to try, but I've told you, I'm not easily moved." She lay there, her body perfectly still, only her words betraying any awareness of your actions.

She let out a small huff of breath, her brow furrowing slightly at the sensation.

"Whatever you say." She murmured, her arms remaining limp at her sides, her eyes still shut. There was no sign of physical response to your touch, only the slightest tensing of muscles, as if she was trying to ignore your presence.

She shifted slightly, her breath hitching almost imperceptibly at your touch. But her voice remained calm and unimpressed.

"You think so? I think you're just deluding yourself." She replied, still lying motionless, her eyes closed, her face an expressionless mask.

She swallowed hard, her throat moving with the action. But she didn't move, didn't resist your touch, even as her shirt fell open, exposing more of her skin to your gaze.

"Go ahead. I'm not going anywhere." Her voice was steady, but there was the faintest hint of something else beneath the surface. Not quite fear, not quite anticipation.