Pink look's good on you sweetheart

All I see is pink

"It's. None. Of. Your. Business, you dammed mobster."

The words flew out of her mouth without a thought, her pride took over and her mouthy mouth had ended her. Anger had quickly disappeared as she slowly realized what she had just done, I... I really am stupid aren't I? Yelling at Don Universe, haha... Sadie was right I really do have a death wish.

Connie's head slumped as she stared with trembling eyes at the tile floor of the washroom. She felt weak she felt defeated, she messed up big and she didn't want it all to end here. She had to fix this quick, cautiously she brought her gaze back up, she was sweating like a pig her knees felt week, but she pushed on.

"I-Im so sorry, I d-didn't mean to snap, I have no interest in any m-men here, I simply just work here for the m-money," Connie's voice croaked. Her eyes met the Don's and they terrified her, his face held no emotion it felt as if he was staring into her soul. The only thing she noticed changing was a slight pink hue growing on his cheeks, was he blushing?

Oh how wrong she was...

In a matter of seconds Connie's face rammed into the cold tile wall of the washroom, a pink hand held her head in place, she felt excruciating pain on her heads right side. She let out a small whimper from the pain, she was displeased that she wasn't knocked out since it would have been an easier way out.

"Sweetheart, you wanna repeat that for me?" He growled in her ear. His voice snapped her back into reality, she shivered at how close he was, looking at him she noticed he had changed? His body was engulfed in a pink hue, he seemed to have grown even more... he was taller and bulkier, his hair had puffed out more. To say he was angry was an understatement, he looked down right furious. Connie felt faint she was struggling to breath, it didn't help that his massive hand had her head pinned on the wall, she was at his mercy she had no chance of escape, he was dominating her now.

"Well?" He asked irritated, "I-I'm sorry," Connie repeated, "sweetheart, you know what I meant," he growled. "It's None Of Your Business, you dammed mobster," Connie whispered repeating her insult. "Everyone in my territory is my business, that includes you sweetheart,"  he sneered. All Connie could do was apologize, "Please I-I really am so sorry I didn't mean to," she pleaded as he tightened his grip. "Beg," he growled into her ear sending shivers down Connie's spine.

Seriously? Connie thought.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Connie's voice was above a whisper, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She continued to beg for forgiveness, feeling so small so weak, so useless. All the while Steven watched enjoying the sight of her begging him, head pinned to the wall she looked weak, defeated, he loved the fear In her eyes how easily he could bend her into his wile.

Steven's skin slowly regained normal colour as he let out a boisterous laugh, he let go of Connie's face as she slid down the tile wall on to the ground head down. Steven watched her with a smug face crouching down closer to her level, "see, that wasn't so hard now was it sweetheart?" he said In a fake soft tone. He pushed strands of her hair out of her face tucking a hand under her chin bringing it up to face him, she looked devastated eyes staring at the ground, something in his heart twinged but he pushed it away.

"I'll see you soon sweetheart," he said before placing a small kiss on her temple. He was done playing with her today, he did enjoy every second of it. Slowly he rose to his full height glancing at her one more time before turning and walking away, he placed his hand on the washroom door and stopped when he heard her one last time. "Why?" She asked, he turned to face her one last time a smile crept onto his face before saying.

"Because..."

"Your..."

Mine