Waking up with a dagger to your throat isn't as terrifying as you would think. I felt my drowsiness slip away quickly though, realizing the compromising position I was in. I attempted to move my arms to attack my captor with no avail to loosen the thick rope wrapped around my wrists and ankles, attaching me to an equally thick metal chair. I want to scream, yell out threats, spit at him or even attempt to headbutt him. But I stayed still and maintained a straight face, shooting daggers into his eerily green eyes.
"Chat Noir. We meet again." I say, nothing but confidence strides in my voice, I allow it to waiver even a bit, and he would get what he wants.
"Yes. Yes we do Mademoiselle, I've missed you. Your blood curdling screams as I tortured you, I miss those." His eyes glinted as he gave me a sickening, beast-like grin. I pressed the dagger with a little more strength into my throat, making me tense up in surprise.
"We made a deal. I held up my end, now you do the same." I replied in a cold, biting tone. Earning a cock of an eye brow from Chat.
"Oh princess, have you not yet learned that I don't follow rules?" He laughed, that motherfucker laughed. It was almost as twisted as his mind. "I missed you, didn't you mess me? I think I'm just going to keep you this time." His smile grew wider, reminding me of the Cheshire Cat.
"Nobody could ever miss a monster like you, let me go. Now." I snipped, his sadistic grin disappeared and was replaced with his infinite anger.
"I'm a monster?" He yelled ferociously, he pressed his dagger in so hard I couldn't breath, with his free hand he raised his ha d and slapped me. Hard. It shocked me, but he did it again, and again. He loosened the pressure on my neck just enough fir me to speak.
"Am I still a monster Marinette?" He asked in a calm tone, as if what just happened didn't. I looked up into his eyes and spit into his face.
"You will always be nothing but monstrous scum." I spoke in the same calm tone he did, holding back tears as they threaten to fall. "Always." I repeated in a whisper.
"Oh princess, you'll learn to love me." He sighed in discontent, like a mother after scolding her child. He threw the dagger into the wall at frightening speed, then used both of his hands to beat me till I couldn't feel it anymore. Punch after horrible punch, he continued till I finally screamed for his forgiveness. He stopped, and kissed my forehead gently.
"Am I still a monster Marinette?" He asked, once again calm. I looked up into those damn green eyes, my confidence and cool tone gone.
"No Chaton, you're not a monster." Agony dripped through my broken voice, though we both knew this was only the beginning.
"Oh princess, I knew you were still in there." He said, glee evident in his voice. He placed another kiss on my bloodied forehead, then rubbed my cheek softly against my cheek. I winced at how it stung, but knew I couldn't tell him to stop. "Let's go to your bedroom, it's time for you to rest my sweet one." He untied the rope and tossed it to the side, he picked me up and carried my immobile self to the room I knew so well. He layed me down on the same fluffy duvet as he had a thousand times before, kissed my forehead just one last time. Then left, locking the three locks behind him. A process I knew to well.
I don't know..does this actually suck and I should just stop while I'm ahead. Take a few seconds and Reveiw a honest opinion. I'll continue if anyone actually likes it. Hugs and kisses, kenzi.