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Continuation of Dante's POV:

After what felt like an hour, I heard Frederick and Stefan walking down the stairs. "It's cold," I heard Stefan complaining. "Please don't make me clean down here... What if I catch a cold? There's dry blood- and it stinks down here." He whined out and sniffled. He sounded like he's been crying for awhile.

"I told you to quit crying over your hair," Frederick hissed at him. "You know you'd be in trouble if you said anything out of line but you did. Now you have to face punishment." I heard the door shut into a locking sound as they made it into the dungeon part. "Oh... and I lied to you about your punishment. You're not down here to clean."

"I-I'm not?" Stefan asked. "Than.... what am I here for?" He asked and sounded scared. I heard them stop walking then.

"Keep stepping," Frederick hissed out. "I don't have all day to spend down here." I could hear feet stumble like Stefan was pushed. I could hear his heart racing.

"Frederick," he whined out in a begging tone. "You're not- not taking me down here to leave me... for d-d..."

"No~" he purred out. "Much worse." I heard Stefan gulp before his footsteps took off towards the door to get out but he fell sharply like he had tripped. I chuckled and got to my feet before I walked over to the door and leaned against the open doorway to look out at them.

"Hello boys~" I purred out to them. "Frederick, do you want me to take it from here?" I asked him and smirked his way.

"If you wish~ Sir," Frederick said as he moved his foot out from under Stefan's leg. He tripped him. "I do have a castle to order around for you."

"You may have the rest of your day off except for one condition," I told him then got off the doorframe, walking towards him. "Go make your rival smell nice but don't tell him why. Make him well dressed and groomed." Frederick smirked and turned around.

"Yes, Sir!" He said and walked over Stefan. "Have fun~~ Stefan." Stefan groaned and rubbed his back.

"You just~ got that ache I was having~" Stefan whispered in gratitude. I looked down at him and raised an eyebrow.

"What was that? I didn't hear the pitter patter of your footsteps heading into the nearest cell," I said then exposed my fangs. He looked towards me in slight fear and squirmed to his feet before he ran into one quickly. Frederick was out of the dungeon quickly- humming a happy tune. I watched Frederick go before I went into the cell Stefan disappeared into then shut the door behind me. "Get the chains," I instructed calmly, eyeing him over. He tensed at my voice and slowly walked up to the chains hanging on the walls and looked towards me for more instructions. His hair cut was now cut off his neck but long enough in front for him to have to brush it out of his face with his fingers. Frederick must've done it to where I could have fun tugging on it if I wanted. I smirked at the sight then leaned against the door. "The long ones," I told him and pointed to the ones that we used to hang from the ceiling. "Take them and put them on the hook on the ceiling, Stefan." He tensed up at my words and hesitantly done as he was told. I walked over towards him then purred loudly in his ear as I got close and grabbed his wrists, cuffing them into the chains then grabbed the free end of the chains and chained it to the floor after adjusting it to where his toes were barely touching the floor. He gave me a frightened look as he stumbled on his toes. Heh... serves him right for talking to me like that. I stood up straight then started to take off my jacket calmly, leaving myself in my white shirt under it then began to roll my sleeves up to my elbows. He looked down at the floor quickly and trembled.

"I'm terribly sorry," he whispered to me.

"Are you?" I asked him, keeping back a small laugh as I watched him trembling. He nodded and gulped.