My gaze dropped to the floor unable to stand looking at the disgusting face much longer. That twisted laughter drifted into my ear, the hot breath along with it. "Don't ignore me, froggy." His sing-song voice generally demanded. I looked up keeping my always calm demeanor as solid as it could possibly be, and examined the fake prince's features once again. A tiara rested (as usual) sideways atop of his mess of hair, that blonde fringe covering his eyes just like every other day. I hated how annoying it was, unable to see the eyes that would no doubt give light to the older man's personality. What color, I could only ponder and think on how at one point Squalo had mentioned that Lussuria once saw Senpai's eyes, complimenting them as "Cool and Loyal"- Sweet doubt washed over me, 'loyal' my ass. Perhaps this is why pain never really got to me; always deep into thought. Or maybe it's just my abilities as a cool, amazing illusionist (top magician, obviously). Though, most truthfully it would have been my ability to ignore pain developed over time from the days spent with Master. Not to mention even before that accident happened.

Drawing my attention back to the situation at hand, I ignored him regardless of any threats that would no doubt come my way. A smirk curved upward at the edge of his pale lips, which were rather close to my own seeing as he was looming over me, and I could hear nothing but the metallic sound of those odd-shaped knives, fanning out in the rough abusive hands he knew so well.

~ Next Scene ~

Now I know this is weird. Not many people can picture it this way- burning hatred, yet some sort of sexual passion. Quite one sided, yet nonetheless there.

"Kouhai?" he murmured into my ear, fingers rubbing against the fabric of my pants and causing my entire body to shake with disgust. "Make an expression~ don't hide it." He whispered the usual, always trying to find ways to tear me away from my calm safe place that hid in the back of my head. I could feel my heart pounding hard and clear in the back of my throat—as though it were about to jump out and give in. The mixture of disgust and pleasure was overwhelming, and I could feel myself twitch beneath his touch. Never was he rough, every time this happened.
"No more of this please, fake prince- you're disgusting me." My annoyance rose substantially, I could imagine the next words slip out of his larynx before he began to speak, and evidentially I was right.
"Ushi shi shi~ a peasant like you can't tell the prince what to do." He laughed his ever so sadistic yet childish laugh. It was nearly sexy- no, no. How disgusting of a thought to cross my mind. Rarely did these thoughts come around, it was as though they were implanted in my brain at some time. I spontaneously started hating him less as strange thoughts wriggled their way into my mind as though I had been thinking them all along when clearly that was not possible.
"How unfortunate that you're not really a prince then," I retorted with ease. "You couldn't fool anyone with that girly plastic tiara of yours." Wince. Two knives broke through the flesh of my arm with ease and not only that, a strange sensation shot through my body as he began twisting one of the silver blades with his left hand. Some people question why I choose to dig my grave like this, but I find this to be my sense of humor—sick, twisted… morbid, if you will. I was just fortunate to find someone who shared this humor with me… to an extent, seeing as I've always really pissed the stupid prince off by going way too far. My eyes only took a glance at the blood seeping through my now torn white dress shirt. Another one ruined, another problem for Lussuria to fix.

"Tch, you mean how unfortunate that I'm going to have to turn you into a cactus!" Belphegor's irritation was evident in his voice; I could hear it ringing in my ears like the sound of sweet entertainment. I tilted my head back, resting it on the soft couch I was seated on. At this point it is safe to explain that my legs were parted, one of his between them as he knelt down over me on the couch (fully clothed, I might add). It was like every other night this happened—every few months, Belphegor came to me for sexual pleasures. Why not someone else? This torture, why is it mine to deal with? All I can do is put up with it for my own sake, to stay alive and live my life as an assassin of the Varia—the independent assassination squad's rookie. Luckily, being the genius I am… I've always been able to survive whilst pushing that idiot's buttons. This however, is only the beginning of my experiences in the Varia. What a horrible start, no different than my horrible experiences with the Kokuyo gang.
"Bel-senpai, how can you turn me into a cactus when you know I'll just bend those sad excuses for originality?" I asked, looking over his lean yet muscled looking figure as though being perverted. Of course, that was not my intention at all. Some way to escape again, how was it going to be this-

Stab. Ah, my life is forever going to suck.