chains & blue flames | completed.

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Black Widow // In This Moment

⚠️Tw// violence & torture
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"The dangerous black widow is to be approached with caution,
As the black widow's bite can cause death.
The black widow is easily recognized by her
Coal-black body, and red hourglass marking.
She encases her victims with silk,
And then kills with poison from her fangs.
The male spider is not considered to be dangerous."

"Come on, the washer is in the basement," I said to the bitch that purposely spilled her drink on me just to talk to Dabi.

As she goes into the basement and says, "I need your dressー" as she turned around I kicked her and she fell down the flight of stairs.

Dabi, behind me, looking at her body from above me, "I think you knocked her out." a bit of a sarcastic tone in his voice.

"She deserved it. She actually thought I was gonna let her sleep with you? Idiot." To be real, I'm speaking to her, Dabi, AND the universe...or no one in specific. I just wanted to make it known.

At this point, it isn't about the dress anymore. It's very much personal. Or maybe, it was from the start.

"Chain her up," I demanded Dabi, "before she wakes." 'tching through my teeth to display my annoyance, looking at her body unconsciously laying at the bottom of the stairs, as I walked away.

Dabi, like the good dog that he is, did what he was told. Tonight, it was my first night back into the business I left down in hell. I wasn't about to do simple work like that. I'm no longer cut out for those small details.

No...you, you were only there for the fun partーyour kidnapping tactics, and torturing. Chaining people up and killing is Dabi's thing...and job.

It's a partnership now, baby.

Dabi walked up the stairs from the basement and told me she might be waking up soon, since the stairs weren't so far down, nor did she hit her head on the floor hard enough to knock her out for hours.

"Good," I said while making some food. Maybe, the smell will wake her up faster, "she really pissed me off," throwing the cooking utensil onto the pan, showing I'm more than just a little pissed off.

Dabi walked behind me wrapping his arms around my upper stomach ー under my boobs, and pulled me back a little closer to him, meeting me halfway, "I know, kitten. It's fine now, I promise." he exhaled next to my ear.

Trying to calm me down. Maybe, it was his way of saying he's mine, and there's no reason to worry.

Pushing him away, "You smell like her. Her perfume smells like an old lady." I sucked your teeth.

Dabi stepped back from my pushing, almost hitting his lower back against the table, "Why are you mad at me?" He yelled, slamming his fist on the table.

"I'm not. I told you, you smell like her. Change. I can't stand the scent," not even flinching at his bit of violence.

"...I just find it funny how," I turned to look at him before he walked into the hallway to change.

Yup! There it is. The famous sentence that women like to say when something is bothering them and they try to act like they're not bothered.

Remembering a pillow talk conversation we had about past relationships, casual and longer term, his victims, and shit like that. It suddenly came to me, he told me about this bitch, but I've also seen it.