I'm doing this for fun. I'm not sure if I'll continue. You help me decide! :)
"You dirty, contemptible sewer rat!"
The black mouse spat the words furiously at Ratigan. She was held tightly in the clutches of two of his henchmice, but that did not seem to deter her.
He smiled down at her. A slow, terrible smile. It did not make him look any prettier.
"My dear Madam, I am afraid you leave me with little choice. Either you follow my orders- to the exact letter.. or else I'm afraid I shall have to carry out my threat. You REALLY wouldn't want that, now, do you?"
She glared at him, but didn't deign a response.
"Well?" Ratigan stepped forward and placed one claw under her chin, forcing her to look up into his eyes.
She faced him defiantly, but for the first time a slight spark of fear could be seen simmering in the brown depths of her gaze.
"Very well" she conceded at last. "I agree."
Ratigan smiled again in triumph, and with a wave of his paw the two henchmice loosed their hold.
He held his arm to her in a gesture of sarcastic gallentry. The mouse simply glared at him.
"Oh come, my dear!" Ratigan crooned. "You are one of mine now. Surely you would not wish to start your service by insulting your new master?"
His smile turned into a snarl as he uttered the last words. The two henchmice moved closer. There was no mistaking the warning.
She glanced at the henchmice contemptuously, and then stepped forward and placed her paw firmly on Ratigan's arm.
They swept out of the room together. The black mouse's carriage every bit as commanding and proud as Ratigan's own. In one aspect only did their manner differ- while Ratigan strode along with a brash confidence characteristic of him, the black mouse moved silently, her dark eyes ceaselessly moving... watching.