Christian's POV//
I close the door behind me and let out a sigh, looking over towards Clinton's room. Maybe I should speak to him, calm him down a little.
Moments later, I found myself outside his door, knocking upon it and waited for an answer. "What." Clinton's voice arose from the silence, I took this as a sign to come in.
"Hey, uh..." I pause. "I came to see if you were okay." I take a step inside, closing the door behind me. "We need to talk." Clinton stares at me. "If it's about the whore, I don't wanna know." He replies with a rough tone. "Hush, Clinton. You know you care about her really, stop being a drunk little ass, and apologise to the girl." I hiss.
He narrows his eyes at my words, "Apologise?" He laughed, "I only did the right thing, the more scared she is, the more submissive the slut will be with me." He paused. "I'm in total control with her, I fuck her when I please and she takes it."
I tut and shake my head, "I don't think you are." I glance at him. "If you had total control on her, you wouldn't need to drug her to fuck her, plus, I heard you both in the bathroom, you got let down pretty badly." I end. "Besides, she's only been here for what, half a day?"
Clinton glares up at me, his jaw clenched. "Tell me the real reason why you're here, cut the shit." He growls drunkly.
"You need to sober up, you need to apologise to Marie, and you need to stop acting like a prepubescent little boy whom has anger issues towards her." I demand, "We both know you're not like that, you're the softest guy I know."
"Go fuck yourself." He spat. "I ain't soft, this is me showing my true colours." I roll my eyes and let out a heaved sigh. "If you ain't got the strict tone in your voice or your manly stare, you ain't gonna get pussy. Girls like dominance, I'm just showing her dominance." I hear his lies. "Physical abuse and forced sex are way off the radar for showing dominance." I spat in a harsher tone.
"I'm not gonna change my attitude towards her if she gave me a hard-on and refused to get rid of it." He spoke childishly. "Oh Jesus, now you sound like a sexually frustrated teenager who's ever so childish." I reply. "You need to grow up if you want to keep this girl around, I know how you spoke so highly of her before you got rat-arsed." I continue. "So... you're gonna drink some coffee or whatever, you're gonna go downstairs and talk to Marie. I'm gonna make us all something to eat and you're gonna change your ways." I demand.
Clinton lets out a drunk sigh, "Let me resolve my problem then please, I was just about to get to that before you came in and wasted my time." He palmed his crotch, "Fucking go down you little shit." He hissed towards it.
I lower my brows, clearly disgusted. "Uh." I gulp. "I'm just gonna wait for you downstairs. Don't forget to wash your hands, you're not touching the food with dick germs on your fingers." I turn on my heel and walked out.
//
Marie's pov//
Once I was fully changed, I had decided to make my way downstairs to put my dirty laundry in the washing machine. That is when I see Clinton sitting on the sofa, staring lazily over at the TV, but once I was in view, his eyes landed on mine and a smile entered his face.
"Come sit." He spoke coyly. I lower my brows, "What?" I mutter. "Did I fuckin stutter?" He grunts, squinting towards me. "I said come sit with me, its awfully cold here by myself." He blinks. I was overly confused, one minute he's super fuckin mad, now he's so...chill. I set my washing in the basket and head over towards Clinton, obeying his orders before he'd get more mad.
"I'm sorry I was angry." He coos, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head in the crook of my neck. "I was a tiny bit tipsy? But I'm all good now, baby, I'm ready to give you all my love and affection." I lower my brows in confusion, what the fuck was up with him.
"uh." I began, "okay." I'd mutter cluelessly. His hand now rests on my outer thigh. "Come sit on my lap, cutie." He'd mumble, pressing a soft yet intimate kiss on my jaw. My eyes widen whilst I gulp. "But why?" I spoke, "I'm not in the mood." I shrug, thus causing him to break the kiss on my jaw. "Don't make me make you, Marie." His voice was back to that dark, threatening state he was oh-so-desperately trying to hide.
"You don't scare me." I grunt, removing his hand from my thigh, then attempting to stand up, spotting Christian entering the room.
"Nuh uh uh, I just made food!" He pouted for a second. I lower my brows. "Sit. I was just about to bring it in." He spoke, myself now sighing and sitting back down again. "Don't you dare fucking touch me." I hiss towards Clinton, watching him lower his brows and heave a sigh. "Now you listen here, cunt. I touch you if I want to, do you hear?" He spat.
I roll my eyes, looking at the tv.
//Clinton's POV//
I glare towards Marie, her brattiness had started to grow on me, and not in a good way. So with her ignoring me now, I stand up and head towards the kitchen. "She's such a fucking bitch." I mutter towards Christian, him now turning towards me. "You didn't apologise sincerely enough, idiot." He heaved a sigh. "You need to try again after dinner." He nods. I bite my lower lip, then turning towards the living-room doorway. The local news show jingle started playing, and we all knew this wasn't good. Marie was just about to find out about her father.
"Look," I grumble, heading towards my stash of drugs beneath the fridge. "You gotta listen to me dude, and don't call me crazy or just a fool, because then I will have no other choice but to fucking stab you with it myself," I grunt, finding the same drug that I used on Marie earlier on, paired with an empty syringe.
"We need this." I motion him to look at the drug I was holding whilst I filled the empty syringe with it. "Because once she sees her father on that tv getting arrested for possession of drugs, she gonna go batshit crazy." I now attach a needle to the syringe. "So." I retrieve my stood position. "When we are eating dinner, and she sees the news article about her father, you stab her with this and inject her, okay." I clench my jaw, watching Christian's reaction change.
"You're actually fuckin crazy, Clinton." He whisper yelled. "I meant what I said about stabbing you with this, you fucking dipshit. Now you better agree with me and do this otherwise I'll do it to the pair of you, you hear me!" I growl. Christian rolled his eyes and nods. "Fine!" He remarks. "Don't think I'm doing this for you." He stares at me and watched me whilst I placed the needle cover over the exposed needle. "Also, wouldn't a double dose like kill her? She's had a dose of this fucker already." And with that, I end with a shrug. "Don't worry about that." I smirk.
"Such a good boy." I eyed him, handing him the drug-filled syringe. "Now get to work." I glare over at him, walking back into the living room.
"Still as moody as ever, huh?" I grunt towards her. "Fuck off, idiot." She'd remark. Oh she's gonna regret that, very soon.
Very soon.
//END OF PART SIXTEEN!//
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