𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞

8

"I've always liked the idea of tormenting people. It shows me how pitiful and weak these people in general can get."

That's way too detailed.

Detailed enough.

Despite this, you breathed, the cold touched your skin.

To be honest, you weren't uncomfortable being there. You've been in these situations a lot more than you can count.

Staring at him, you noticed then, not only this guy who decided to have a friendly dinner date at the balcony with his new secretary was bragging his sadism outrightly, proudness laced his tone.

This didn't gain your attention nor did it surprise you.

Differentiating this threat to women from Bonten, he liked tormenting women for his own crave of entertainment.

Hardly alike yet the common thing aligning here was the major victims are women.

Defenseless women who are easy to use. In fact, in the eyes of such people like him and in Bonten, your feelings will never matter to them.

It's pretty obvious. They'd either have a small portion of sympathy or be the worstest of the worst people alive.

And you're one of them.

Enough of that, and so.

"That is why you created a group such as Tenbu? For which particular reason, may I ask?" you ask. "And for someone like you, I wouldn't say being a sadist isn't particularly invalid."

You lean back on your chair.

While saying this, you put your hand close to the corner of your lip to show your innocence. Your hand was barely clenched. He noted the teasing glint.

He doesn't kill women. He puts them in their place labeled as slaves. For all the vary of terms, one word is utterly enough to describe his work- slavery.

The hunt for pleasure is the key. The key for engaging such actions at this point.

From his perspective and all that goes through his head, it is indeed a hobby he does on a daily basis, with pleasure and privacy.

Noting the indoors, they were instead flooded with unpleasant delinquents that rounded every corner. Just men.

In simple terms, discreteness roamed over.

"Ooh, I like that." His dark hair failed to cover the tease morphing his eyes. Lips that instead succeeded in releasing a cheeky grin.

Stern regained your face. An arm resting on the table.

You sighed, forgetting the whole presence of everyone back inside as the drapes were widely open. Wide enough to see every inch of what you are about to start.

"You know, I've always admired many things," so you start, rising up then moving away from the chair to lean towards him. "Many admirable things that I have no clue where to lay my precious eyes on first."

His head shot up, his mind filling with all about that. He bit back another smirk, blood rushed to his ears. So red and pinkish, that told you one thing.

Maroone didn't try to hide it, not even the tip of his hair.

"Oh, yeah?" The teasing tone returned to his verbal manner.

As saying this, you rounded his back at a slow pace. Your hand landed a soft caress on his shoulder as you went.

Your other stripped down the buttons of your blazer and didn't decide to reply.