𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐃 || ʙɴʜᴀ

-ˋˏ [] ˎˊ- | ❝necessary fear❞

"... Mr. Chisaki-"

"Don't bother."

Y/N's jaw clenched, still holding her stance as she dared not to move a muscle. He was pissed, oh he was so pissed. She could tell just how pissed he was and yet he almost always kept his composure. 

That was the scariest part of his personality, she would rather be screamed at endlessly than be talked to in such a quiet yet manipulative tone.

"... Y/N, do you plan on sabotaging my plans every step of the way? Or do you just think there aren't any consequences?"

You didn't respond at first, choosing instead to hold a stern glare towards the vase painting above his head on the wall. If she was going to answer him, she would answer him honestly.

Chisaki doesn't say anything in reply to her silence, just staring at her as if he could force the answer out. He knew he'd get it eventually, but his patience was much thinner than it normally was today.

"No." Y/N finally spoke, finally ordering her head to look down and meet his gaze. She hated him, so much. It was a twisted emotion, corrupted respect. "... Not yet."

Chisaki can't remember the last time she talked to him that way. Maybe when she first got here, he couldn't remember, but he found himself getting irritated real quick.

'Not yet' his ass. Chisaki grumbled under his breath at her words, annoyance briefly showing upon his face before a chuckle escaped his mouth. She must have thought that she was immortal or something.

Then again, she would talk like that. It's been a long time since she's last been hurt.

"And how do you want to die?"

Y/N's brows furrowed, faintly recalling a memory where he had said something quite similar near her recent years here. He had always been rather sentimental when it came to how he dished out things to others.

"Old."

"Well you're in the wrong place for that and you damn well know it." He sighed, rolling his neck to alleviate the ache that started forming at the start of the conversation.

Silence commenced, ensured by the tightly wound up conversation. Tension creeping into the office, almost like a disease.

Y/N loathed it.

This might be her last night.

"Y'know," Chisaki starts, slowly taking off the gloves that he normally wore before gently placing them on his desk. "There's a walled garden up the road, the one that the old lady owns."

Another silent threat, she needed to watch how she spoke or he just might destroy her.

"... Yes sir."

"What I can do is take you there and cut your throat."

Y/N tightly squeezed her wrist, trying to calm herself down but to no avail. She knew that if she showed any expression of discomfort or anxiety that he would use that against him, even so, she didn't like how he spoke.

And yet, she should be quite used to it by now. But she isn't, it made her muscles strain as if they were being used and her head throbbed with an unbearable amount of dread.

"A slit?" Y/N eventually questioned, knowing that Chisaki was making the threat interactive... Like an ass. 

If she gave in though, it was over.

"No. In the middle, like a hole." He replied.

Again came an uncomfortable amount of silence, making Y/N feel much more stiff than before. He just looked at her and she stared back. It was as if he was silently daring her to breathe in any way.