Devil of My Word

Chapter Seven: They're Mine

Lux was quite empty save for a few dancers, Wanda and a man, as well as waiters and waitresses. Wanda watched the dancer in front of her with a wide grin before she looked over to the lonesome man. She gave him a not-so-subtle wink and lured him upstairs, using her inhuman speed to climb the secret stairs and get into the hot tub on the balcony.

The sound of the elevator ding alerted her, her ear twitching minutely before the man's footsteps were easily heard across the tiles. At his hesitation, she grinned and looked slightly over her shoulder, the bikini showing off some small tattoos dotted on her skin.

"What are you waiting for? Hop in."

Her simple seduction technique worked for his lust-drunk brain, disrobing into just his shorts before he sank into the water. Wanda pulled him close, and just as she was about to kiss him, her fingers threaded through his hair and pushed him down slightly.

He didn't know that she would hold him underwater though, the thrashing in likeness to a prey caught between a shark's mouth. She easily brought him back up, holding his head in a lock that could easily snap his neck.

Natasha, in a dark red and black-lined bikini, sank into the water on the other side. Her vibrant hair was all tied up in a neat ballerina bun, but a few small wisps that touched the water were as bright as blood. "Hello, Sergei. Waters a bit rough, are they?" She teased.

"What-what the hell are you doing?" Sergei coughed.

Her head tilted to the side slightly as her feet brushed against Sergei's legs, gradually getting higher and higher. "Isn't it obvious? I'm going to brutally torture you until you give me what I want. My wings... Where are they?"

Sergei looked at her like she was crazy. "What wings? I don't even know what you're talking about!"

A simple brush against Wanda's thigh had the demon pushing him back underwater, looking at her queen as she rolled her eyes. "Why do they always insist on being so difficult?"

After a few more seconds, another brush had Sergei sputtering water everywhere. "As you can see, I'm not playing, so let's try again, shall we? My wings, please."

"Why would I take your wings?! I don't even know who you are!" He begged.

She sighed. "I'm Natasha Romanoff. And you, you small-peckered fool, are Sergei Bok, a known smuggler. You move just about anything you can get your trashy hands on."

"Please, lady! I don't have 'em! I swear. Okay? I don't know what I'd do with a pair-"

Wanda dunked him back down, easily able to control him whilst he thrashed around. "Maybe if I hit him a few times?" She offered Natasha.

The redhead sighed, shaking her head as she caressed Wanda's skin. "Though I hate to say it, I'm not sure violence is the trick here. I'm beginning to wonder if this human stain is actually telling the truth."

Wanda almost leapt forward in defiance. "No! He's scum. He'll say anything."

"Maybe it's not him... Maybe it's us."

"Us?"

Natasha nodded, almost solemnly. "He's the fifth man we've accosted this week. Perhaps we're - dare I say it - going about this wrong? It might even be time to seek the help of a professional."

Natasha stepped out of the hot tub and wrapped her towel around her waist, stopping for a moment when there wasn't more thrashing. "Wanda..."

The sound of Sergei gasping for air was all that she needed to hear, walking into her bathroom to have a shower.