When Angels Deserve to Die

Road

Key One: Road:

Road still isn't satisfied. Whether she saw something in Allen's soul or she could sense it, it wasn't enough. She's tried everything that she could think of. The whips, chains, toys, gags, and various other instruments were good. She broke him through sex. There was even brainwashing involved. The chemical play was a game changer. So many drugs to test on her pet and she only got started.

Still, that wasn't good enough.

There was always that one small part of her pet who still wanted to escape the city. This would not do.

Road took the time to think of something that she hadn't done while Allen slept in his cage. She has done the psychological, the physical, and the emotional. Sure, her angel bent to her will with ease. But there was still that need to rebel. Road just wasn't into brats. She could break one but she already did that. That phase of her games was over. It was time to enjoy the submissive part of the game.

It looked like Road was going to have to go outside of herself for a little help. This was outside of Tyki's range of expertise. Jasdevi were too busy with Paradise to help out. However, there was one more monster she hadn't tried yet. The idea came up the next morning.

Road went up one floor above Paradise. She walked up to Room 629 and knocked on the door. She had to bring a gift with her. When was the last time she spoke to her sister? The monster didn't know anymore. Sometimes, she forgot that she was still in the Tower. She wondered if her brothers felt the same.

She looked up as the door slid open. A golden eye peeked out from the crack. Road held up a box of liqueur chocolate.

"I got you a present," she said. "There's something I need to ask you." The golden eye looked at the dark red and black box. The door slid open. Lulubell looked down at her sister.

"Get in," she said. The monster backed into the room. Road followed her inside.

Perfumes and cigarettes. That's what her room smelled. Expensive French perfume and heavy cigarettes. Road was used to the latter smell. Tyki smoked all of the time. Only, the basement smelled like death and chemicals. No amount of cigarette smoke was going to change that. The walls were colored a deep blood red. Road looked around as she walked across the white carpet. So this was what her room looked like. Not surprising now that she thought about it.

But Road was not here to sight-see.

There was a method to this. Road kept everything short and to the point with her plight. Lulubell sat on her bed as she listened. Her older sister tried not to look at the angels acting as furniture. A lamp, a coffee table, two side tables, and three chairs. They all had to stay still. No talking, no moving, no blinking, and no breathing. Road heard the stories of what happened if furniture broke Lulubell's rules. How many of those angels were in the graveyard? The lamp had her tongue cut out five days ago.

"So you want a new way to break your little pet?" Lulubell asked.

"Yes," Road said. "I just need something new. Do you have any ideas?" Her sister took a moment to think about that.

"I have one way," she said. Road perked up.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Give me three days," Lulubell said. The older sister pressed her lips together as she kept her temper in check. She should've known. But she was willing to take anything at this point.

"Alright," she said. This better be worth her while.

It took Lulubell and Tyki to put this together. In the meantime, Road worked on more challenging games. She was on the right track with the chemical play. Angels could come under the influence of powerful drugs. Allen proved that rather impressively. So much so, that Road started to experiment with different cocktails.