Terrier du Lapin

Chapter 4- Not my Fault

Perhaps I should punish you for your incorrigible misdeed.

For a while now, I've been sitting in Diavolo's desk chair. My wrists have been bound by velvety cloth, which I assume is cursed because I cannot break it.
My eyes bore up at his, intensely staring down at me from his place on his desk. I want to say something, anything, but if I do, I will be hit again by his flogger. All I can do is answer his questions correctly, but how can I do that when he is being so confusing and cryptic?
I inhale, a sharp breath, like I'm about to say something but I know I can't.

"Now, then." Diavolo says. "How did Quinn find out about your demonic abilities?"

This has been going on for an hour. I sigh.

Smack! I yelp in pain. The harsh sting of a long flogger brands my thigh. My eyes squeeze shut.

"He was already suspicious, sir! Of my demonic skill! Ouch!"

"That isn't good enough!" Diavolo says, scoffing and crossing his arms and ankles.

His brows are furrowed, studying my anxious eyes and wounded thighs.
I don't say anything, and he soon stands to his feet.
His hands reach up to his chest, catching on to his tie and pulling it loose.
I hold my breath.

What's his deal?

He unties it and wounds it around his hand twice. The end of it hangs loosely, and I know now why's he's placing the flogger down.
He's going to gag me with his tie.

Fuck you....

My brows furrow in slight anger.

"Fuck you!" I exclaim. "He was going to find out soon enough, why wasn't I allowed to kill him? He liked me, he was trying to find out everything about me! I shouldn't be getting puni,-"

The tie pushes my tongue back in discomfort, and I attempt to raise my hands to remove it.

Fuck you! I scream internally. It was necessary! It all was!

Diavolo's hand brandishes my face and I gasp. The scent of his tie flies into my throat and I start to cough. Gasping for air, I struggle against the cloth and pull as hard as I can.
All the while, his eyes are on me.

You asshole.

After I catch my breath, my watery eyes look up at him in hatred.
I want to curse at him, but I know that I've ended my own chances of speaking.
Diavolo caresses my cheek, and I snap my head to the side to try and bite him.
Of course, to no avail, and Diavolo feels the satisfaction of petting a wild animal.
I growl, making Diavolo crack a grin as he lifts my head to him by the chin.

"Such a feisty girl, " He says. "With the audacity to disobey and disrespect your boss, no less."

Oh, so that's what we're doing now? Role-playing?

I grimace, attempting to bite at Diavolo's hand again. He steadied my face again, stifling a giggle and scoffing.

He tsks. "Bad girl."

I swear, I hate this man. He always does this.... Whatever you need to do, just do it already.

"Fuck you? I'll get to that soon." He says.

Whatever, motherfucker. Stop reading my mind.

"Stop being a brat."

....Ass.

I stare up at him as he eases his way around his desk. He walks over to a corner, where his record player is and starts it up. I whine. I have the pleasure of seeing him lock the door as well.
He turns around and looks at me yet again, and all I can do is stare back. My helpless, limp body, eyes weary of tears, barely holding onto control of my own muscles.
His phases, stalking towards me and kissing a tear from my face.