//hey hey sluts- putting a lil note at the top that i didnt write this so big thank you to the lovely FantasyIsntDead for typing this absolute masterpiece up~!!! i luv you bitchhhhhhhh-//
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˞,' ❝ í wαsn't gσíng tσ fαll fσr чσu, вut surєlч чσu'd fαll fσr mє ❞ ',˞
↬「αlαstσr's pσínt σf víєw」
Maybe it was his pale, almost undead looking complexion. Or his bizarre heterochromatic eyes that caught the light elegantly, and didn't fail to reflect it. Maybe it was the fluffy blonde hair that simply finished the pretty-boy image. Either way, you couldn't take your eyes off him. Something about his perfect features enchanted you. Regardless, you were intrigued from the first moment you saw him, but this wasn't some crush, or love-at-first-sight kind of situation - no, instead, you wanted to see how quickly he would shatter. Surely, someone that ethereal would act tough, but no one that pretty would last more than five minutes without crying, without those stunning eyes pleading for you to stop. He seemed young - not insanely young - but you couldn't believe he was older than nineteen. If he really was so young, what on earth would he be doing here? It didn't matter, you wanted him. Specifically, you wanted to make him suffer. However, that'd be slightly easier if he was alone, instead, there were many insignificant faces around, all capable of being witness. Admittedly, you spent a better part of the night watching him from afar. One thing you picked up from observing him was how he carried himself. Sure, his frame was thin - almost feminine -, and he was certainly pretty, so it was unusual when he seemingly handled himself well in a serious conversation. Ah, that was the other glaring issue. For just a little over an hour, he was talking to a man, and while you couldn't hear the conversation, you could tell it was serious, just from the body language exchanged between the two males. Most likely, it was business. After just a little longer, the other man talking to this rather stunning blonde got up and left.
Soon enough, it seemed like he was leaving too, around fifteen minutes later, all of which seemed to be spent looking over and handling documents as well as a briefcase the two males exchanged. You watched him gather his things, then get up and leave, heading outside. He definitely looked stressed, maybe even in a bit of dismay from whatever deal they just made. He made it obvious he didn't want to be there, handling whatever it was, but you couldn't say you cared about whatever was in the briefcase, or what was disclosed on those documents, because none of that was why you were interested in him. Sure, despite being obviously stressed, he was lively, but little could he guess that was subject to change. You were smart, almost insanely, so when he left, you played your cards right and gave it a few minutes before you would join him outside.
What came next? The start of the end, naturally.
You wondered how this one would pan out, mostly because you just couldn't let yourself treat him like all the others. He was simply too perfect for that, so you'd make this last a little longer. You'd almost call him angelic, even when he was in pain. There was just a simple grace in his refusal to scream, or struggle excessively. You got lost in how enjoyable it was, to the point where everything that lead up to these moments became a blur. However, your new found obsession with making him hurt in the most breathtaking ways was nothing to say you weren't careful. You had taken basic precautions, such as taking away his jacket and such, things he might be able to use to his advantage. You were no fool; you had been doing this too long to slip up just because you may have found the most satisfying victim yet.
As much as you'd like to, you knew it'd hurt him more if the torture you lovingly supplied was spread out, so naturally the plan was to spend your downtime either looking through whatever he had on him at the time, such as the documents he obtained last night, or maintaining your appearance. You'd try not to get too attached, this wouldn't last, and it was certainly a little more of an adrenaline rush to make this one last longer - but also more of a risk, which was all the more reason why you not only bound his wrists together, but also attached the rope to a pipe, and duct-tape over his mouth was just mandatory if you wanted this to be prolonged. If you weren't careful, this could easily come back to hurt /you/, and you couldn't have that. You were heading down there to see him for the first time since last night, nothing like kicking off a beautiful, but short-lived relationship with probably a conversation that would involve him asking you what you wanted from him, and you chuckling as the life in his face drained, him suddenly becoming aware that you could end his life any second. Hell, you may even tease that, even if you planned to make this one last a few days, because if he's afraid of dying at any second, it'd simply make this far more entertaining for you.
You...
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˞,' ❝ díd ít stαrtlє чσu tσ knσw чσu díd єхαctlч whαt hє wαntєd? ❞ ',˞
↬「mínσu's pσínt σf víєw」
If it wasn't for him, and his selfish demands, you'd probably never come back here. You didn't want to be here the first time, to be honest. However dear-sweet daddy just had to force your hand on this one too. Worse; he dragged Molly into it again. You weren't paranoid, and it wasn't like the experience scarred you, but still, you couldn't help but be forced to recall those few days in vivid detail now that you were back in Louisiana. The only thing that could rival that for troubling was the fact that you were well aware Molly noticed.
Usually with you, business was settled quickly, diligently. Molly knew that just as well, so she was quick to notice when you started spacing out.
You'd definitely blame it on the alcohol that definitely didn't actually get you drunk - not even tipsy -, or maybe say the music and lights were distracting. She knew you, and she knew it was very heads or tails about how'd you react if she asked what was on your mind, so she pondered it as she studied your features, quiet for awhile longer, but the interrogation was definitely coming on at some point, she spent too long on her own thoughts - specifically aimed at what were in yours - to not bring it up. You sighed, and snaked an arm across her shoulders, pulling her closer to you - almost protectively.
You hoped that wasn't just Louisiana getting to you, because you were always protective, but you felt extra worried about her right now. It was probably just not wanting to see her cry again like she did when you managed to get out of that horrid situation. You swore Molly would never let go of you, and it was then that you knew she was worried sick about why you were gone so long, and additionally that she was protective of you too.
Finally, she said something, tired of the silence between the two of you. "You know you can't be a space-cadet all evening, right? We do have business to get to soon." She spoke to you, but you definitely noticed the hesitance in her tone.
You knew that, you were going to tell her you knew that... but that's when you saw /him/. You got a bothered expression, one of a light frustration. "Damnit. Was my drink spiked or something?" You couldn't help but murmur to yourself, knowing Molly wouldn't get why you suddenly reacted like that. After a raised eyebrow, she looked in the direction you were looking in, lost on what was so unusual about all those nameless faces in-front of the both of you. Needless to say, you remembered him, if he saw you, would he remember you? Would he do something to you? Would he hurt Molly because of how you kept her close protectively? You could only hope maybe you were just losing it, like your thoughts became too much for you.
It became real when your eyes met his, and he tilted his head a little, studying you from afar. He only briefly glanced away before he decided he'd make this harder for you, and approach. You looked to Molly briefly, an expression of deep dismay on your face, and she looked back, equally as concerned, mostly worried about why you seemed to tense about this so called stranger approaching you. She reached up and intertwined the fingers of her petite hand with your hand that rested lazily over her shoulder. You looked back to him, knowing this would be trouble, regardless of if he remembered you.
With a scoff when he got over to you, he had the audacity to speak. "Well, if it isn't a pleasant surprise to see you again, Minou?" A mischievous smile met his face after he spoke, and you could only narrow your eyes for a moment. Damnit, he must have gotten your name off the documents you had on you that night - and amazingly he remembered -, which made this worse. Who knew what else he knew. This was bad, and now Molly was severely confused and in the middle of it. You...
