Redemption |ShadowPeach|

Things I'm going to do

| Third person |

Wukong was now in a different part of the building, which felt different to him anyway. He was now looking around the new, dimly lit room he had been placed in. He was now staring all over. He felt somewhat weird in a place he didn't know all that well. Was this-- Macaque's master bedroom? If so, it was one hell of a sleeping chamber. There was a super king-sized bed, enough to fit more than two people. Maybe-- four people? The walls had been covered in paintings. Of course. What manor wouldn't have them? Wukong's mind races when he watches Macaque enter the room, saying a few words to those who were outside; "Do not let anyone come in unless it is a dire emergency, am I clear?" in question to one of the guards outside the door. Wukong heard the other person agree, and he swallowed nervously after also hearing their leader say, "Do not interrupt," and entered the room.

Sun Wukong swore that he saw a blue-haired woman with the nastiest scowl on her face, and it was directed toward him. Hearing her question, "Who's that? My replacement?" While Macaque held a stern look. "Did you think that you would be the only one whose walls could tame me?" He bluntly questioned, and he wasn't in a good mood. Sun Wukong knew this all too well. Whenever his 'old friend' would get upset, he would say things he didn't mean. Especially if it was directed toward someone he doesn't have feelings for.

Wait.

Does Macaque love me? Wukong asked in his head. Is that why he said that? "What? But I thought what we had was something special."

"Carmella. This isn't the time."

"Then when is the TIME?" Carmella questioned, and Wukong witnessed Macaque glaring at her. "Don't try to hide the fact that you are to serve me when I need it. Don't think this means anything between us, Carmella."

Wukong went to clear his throat, but stopped when he witnessed Carmella slap him hard across the face. Said; "I'm more than a nice pair of tits. Liu'Er. Next time you need me, don't be such a" Macaque gripped her wrist. Pulling her close by the waist, "Next time I need you, I will call. But here's a hint, baby girl. I invited you to play with someone other than me. So take advantage of this opportunity." He pulled away, and she scoffed. "Fine, whatever. If it's what will please you, daddy."

Macaque was even angrier now. And this would not end well either. "It is what I want, Carm. Now go play." Macaque demands, and she did just that.

This was making Wukong want to question who she was and why she was looking at him like that. But for some reason, he didn't feel the need to ask. He had done this to himself. Although the deal he made when he was younger still stood strong with the other. Macaque closed the door, and Wukong swore he heard it lock. Sweating a bit due to the heat of the room, causing him to struggle in the chair, "I finally have you. Monkey King. And now you are going to spend the night with me." Macaque spoke up. Tugging his jacket off and tossing it away, "Plum, I-"

"Don't you dare 'Plum' me, Peaches," Macaque retorted, irritation dripping from his voice. Wukong squirmed helplessly in the chair, the heavy chains binding him clinking faintly as he strained against them. The dimly lit room felt even more oppressive; shadows danced around him, mocking his plight. He was completely trapped—no escape in sight, and the chilling realization that no one would come to his rescue sent a shiver down his spine.

Macaque sauntered over with an air of deliberate calm. Each step was measured, his eyes glinting mischievously as he drew near. A smirk curled at the corners of his lips, but something darker lurked beneath the surface. As he closed the distance, he leaned in slightly, a low growl escaping him, barely audible but laden with disdain. "Fucking cunt ruined my mood..." he muttered, his voice a mix of frustration and menace. The tension in the air thickened, amplifying Wukong's helplessness and hinting at the storm brewing between them.