SHREDDED LEASH

CHAPTER THREE: TAKING OUT TRASH

WARNINGS: VULGAR LANGUAGE, NUDITY, (SLIGHT)BLOOD, MENTIONS OF R@PE, MENTIONS OF S@ OF A CHILD, P3DOPHILIA

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"Ugh...he's taking forever!", Shivani groaned, clawing at her face in boredom. Myrym huffed under his breath, "I'm sure he will be here soon, master.", he gently rubbed her shoulder.

"Master? That's what you call her?", the villain duo flinched, readying their hands to fight as they looked behind them to see you. Shivani lowered her hands, the small flames that erupted were restored into her gloved palms. "Aseal...took you long enough, huh?", she murmured with an annoyed expression.

"I was busy.", your shrugged, fluttering all of your visible wings.

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"I'm very angry at the moment. Furious, even."

"MMPH—mhmm!"

"Want to know why?"

"Mm, mmhm—!"

"Quiet."

"..."

"Ahem, want to know why?"

You repeated the question with a sly smile, your intertwined hands held your chin as you were 'innocently' bending over a desk. Not meaning to be sexual, but to give off a 'sweet' presence, your aura said otherwise, no matter how hard you tried.

Which, you didn't.

All you wanted to do was scare this fucker and make him suffer.

That was the end goal.

You held the smile of an angel with your blindfold wings no longer covering your eyes, but the only genuine resemblance you had of an angel were your white feathers...

"The hero's almost took you away from me, you know that?", you chuckled at the balding man in front of you, his hairline practically running away from him brought you to small fits of giggles.

You tilted your head back while your 'giggles' slowly formed into an obnoxious set of laughter, your shoulders bobbing along with you as you let out it out of your heart.

You stopped, sighing as you kept your head in that same position. You felt the stretch of your neck. If you tilted your head any more backwards, it would probably tear right off.

That thought entertained your a bit...

You could hear the unsightly, and unclothed man whimpering through his gag, his eyes bulging out of his sockets in pure terror at your presence. Your actions didn't help calm the nerves that picked at him like rusted needles.

You lazily brought your head back to look straight ahead, glaring at the man with your (e/c) colored irises, a blank stare on your face as you silently judged him.

"I've dealt with a lot of useless, wastes of space, type fuckers like you.", you looked down, crossing one leg over the other as you twisted a knife in your hands. "When I was younger...when I didn't know any better, or understand anything around me.", your voice was raspy, but you were heard as clear as a sunny day.