The Scarlet Fox

Impossible

I feel the bullet sink into my skin.

Through my muscle,

and into my liver.

There it stops.

It disintegrates.

The hole in my liver closes,

my muscle heals.

My skin goes back to smooth, coffee brown.

I lean back over Keane's shoulder to whisper in his ear. "Sorry to disappoint, bullets don't work on me,"

"What the fuck are you?"

"A bad bitch,"

"Fuck you,"

"I don't want to,"

I turn him around and stuff a piece of random cloth in his mouth to gag him. Knocking the gun out of his hand, I tie his hands them together. He struggles, but it feels good to use more of my full strength. Now, I throw him back onto the armchair and lean over him, placing my hands on the head wings.

"Who is in charge now?"

He growls behind the gag while trying to break free of his bonds, tossing and thrashing around.

"I ask the questions. Never you. Now, what was your main purpose for going to The Bastard's casino?"

He glares at me, not answering. So I strike him across the right side of his face, my decorative rings drawing blood. Three thin streaks of blood now marr his pretty face over his cheekbone. They might scar. Oh well, he didn't answer me. I lean closer.

"Now look what you made me do. All my jewelry is poisoned. Though," I press a finger to my lips, "perhaps now you'll answer me." 

He spits out the gag and glares at me. "Fuck you,"

"I told you already, I don't want to,"

"That's not what I-"

Not letting him finish his sentence, I strike his face again. This time down over his eye. Maybe both will scar, and leave him even prettier. As blood drips into his eye he spits at me, landing on my shoulder. My eyes widen, and nostrils flare. How dare he!

"Fine!" I snap.

I push back from the armchair and instead sit down in his lap. His arms are still tied behind him so he bucks his hips trying to get me off.

"My my, I didn't know you were so eager," I purr.

"I'm not! Get the hell off me!"

"Your pants tell me otherwise,"

I turn back around and plant my hands on either side of his head, effectively stopping his head from thrashing.

"Then you will answer my questions and do as I say. Now who do you serve,"

"Like I would tell you bitch,"

"Fine then, I'll get the answers out of you another way," 

I get up and walk over to the left bedside table and above it is a aquamarine tear-drop sconce. Twisting it to the side, the bedside table retracts into the wall revealing and elevator floor. As I am pulling out my phone to call Marcus, Keane's voice calls out. 

"Wait, what are you doing?"

I look back at him, "I'm calling Marcus so he can interrogate you,"

Something flickers in his eyes. Fear maybe?

He says slowly, "If... I promise to be good, will you take me with you?"

I grin wickedly and saunter back over to him, lifting up his chin.