CHROLLO LUCILFER SMUT

School girl and a Bandit #4

Chrollo didn't let Elizabeth go until he reached her dorm room and plopping her down on the bed. "How did you know where my room was?" she stared up the attractive man in front of her, taking in his handsome features once again, oh how she missed his face. He chuckled looking back down on the cute girl "As long as i'm here, i will always know where you are." he then started wandering around the small room stopping at the small study table inspecting her school books.

"You study law Elizabeth, i want to know your view on criminals" he asked whilst flipping the pages of her textbook. It was as good as a dictionary instead of a book he thought. Elizabeth stood up and went to him, sitting on the study table facing him "Well i have no opinions, everyone has their own path"

Chrollo found it a bit strange that the girl hasn't expressed her distress about how she was just used as a puppet.

"Chrollo.....I don't feel anything when those people drop dead in front of me. I mean i knew that wasn't me directly but..i don't feel anything, sad? angry..none of it." she paused before continuing "I should be feeling something!! When i was going through all of that..i felt nothing! i have no emotions staring at death"

Elizabeth was hysterically yelling at Chrollo, she knew he wasn't at fault but she needed to express what she felt or she was going to go crazy. He now understood the carnal desire for her, she might be innocent but she was similar to him in a way.

"Tell me Elizabeth, are you scared of dying?" his voice monotone.

Her eyes widened at the question even semi watering, she thought of it and there was a long silence and Chrollo patiently still looking at the school girl. Elizabeth didn't enjoy looking at people dying but she wasn't affected by them dying in such a horrible way. She didn't feel guilty even if she was the cause of it, indirect or not. She thought longer, what if it was her facing death. His question unlocked something foreign, a void in her. Usually when you asked a normal person if they're afraid of dying or death, of course their answer would be yes! 'Yes im scared of dying' 'Yes death is terrifying, i'm not ready to go yet' but to her, she didn't understand or better said don't know how to feel about dying. Does it count as no? she didn't know how to answer his question. Her long silence answered his question even if she did or did not voiced out. He could feel her lack of emotions, he could feel her aura seeping from her body.

"What do you think of me Elizabeth?" He replaced his previous question and Elizabeth seemed less hesitant to answer this one. Previous tears that were in her eyes seemingly evaporated. She took a good look at his face, the bone structure of every part of his face. The crossed tattoo on his forehead, the very defined jawline and his lips. He looked too good to be real, he was slim yet she knew he had the right amount of muscles everywhere. Looks aside her mind drifted next to what happened earlier on.

"Danchou.." she said softly and he could hear the silent grunt he made. Elizabeth was no dumb blonde, she was in an Elite school for a reason and she was one of their star students.

"The Phantom Troupe's leader is you isn't it?" that might be a question but she didn't need confirmation because she already put the pieces together. He smiled at her, she was a very smart girl indeed but the following words to come out from her mouth caught him off guard.

"Hurt me." she said simply, he stared at Elizabeth with a blank expression.

"No." he said simply

"Please" she sounded desperate.

"No." he said louder and clearer.

"Why? Isn't that what you do?" she asked.

"I am more than what you think I am. Hurting you is the last thing i would do." he said cooly.

Elizabeth had both her palms balled up, she was frustrated. Deep down she felt that there was a wretched existence in her that needs to be satiated. She knew she was sick, she knew she needed help but when she learnt about who this man before her was she thought he could be her lifeline. She was disappointed. This was the first person she had acted up to and she was delusional to think that someone could satisfy her.

Aside from the books he was eyeing on, something else caught his eyes.

"Sertraline" "Paroxetine" his mind read the bottles of pills chugged in the corner on her bed.

"Get out. I don't want to see you ever again" Elizabeth said coldly, she was such a fool.

'𝙞𝙛 𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙀𝙡𝙞'

"Shut up!" she hissed to herself. Chrollo frowns at the turn of events.

In a flash he had her throat in his hands, squeezing and giving her very little breath intake.

"Every fiber in me hates doing this but if this is what you want then I shall grant every of your requests. My desire to see you violate every single one of my wishes of how I should be treating you. I rather have you not by force but by your own will. Now what do you want me to do to you Elizabeth" he said with anger seeping throughout his whole body. He really hated what he was doing to her and he was going to be angry at her request, he was sure of it. If this was what it takes to keep her then he will very well do it.

She laughed, well tried to get whatever laughter she could get out of her mouth. Her eyes filled with insanity "I..i.. kne..kneww......tha..you..would..nt ..disss..apoin..me" she choked. He released his grip on her neck and stared down at the slowly unveiling deranged high school girl. Her facial expression was filled with pure bliss, she was elated that he agreed to do whatever she wanted. She launched herself onto the troupe's leader in glee "Oh! I knew you wouldn't let me down, Chrollo! LETS START RIGHT NOW I'D GO CRAZY IF I HAVE TO WAIT ANY LONGER" Elizabeth's demented state worried him, where was the purity that he felt when he met her. It was as if in a flicker of a switch, the innocent high school girl he bumped into had changed into a deranged girl.