Short, random Break/Lotti. Contains whiping and blood.
Revenge. A truly sweet thing. For Lotti, nothing could be better as she looked at the white-haired man strung up against the wall, hands above his head, clamped up by cold metal chains. He was unconscious for now, but it didn't matter, either way, this time he was at her mercy.
The chains jingled as Break stirred, raising his head as his eyelids fluttered open and winced at the various aches all over his body from dangling from a wall for a long amount of time.
"Ah good, you're awake," due to the lack of light, Break couldn't see the speaker, but he could hear the grin in their voice accompanied by a sadistic tone Break wasn't too sure he liked. A name rang in the back of his head, recognising the speaker.
"Miss Baskerville," he said, dipping his head in a bow.
Crack.
"Gah!" Break cried out, the unexpected blow causing his head to snap back and collide painfully with the wall.
Lotti smirked, pulling her whip behind her, ready to strike the Mad Hatter's contractor once more, "Did you like that Mad Hatter? I did." She didn't wait for an answer; instead Lotti flicked her wrist, landing several more blows, laughing in delight as Break cried out against the leather's sting, stopping only when the scent of blood from an open wound aroused her senses.
Break leaned his head carefully against the wall panting softly, his teeth gritted tightly together, determined not to whimper as he felt slim fingers caress his bleeding torso, only now realising he was naked from the waist up.
"Aw… Don't go quiet on me," Lotti pouted pulling back and crashing her whip across his chest, leaving a slim horizontal cut an inch above Break's nipples. Slowly Lotti came forward once more, her free hand sliding up around Break's neck as she pressed her lips to the newest cut. Smirking she lapped at the little blood dripping from it, enjoying the hiss it elicited from Break before snapping at Break and squeezing the lesion between her canines.
"Argh… ah… ah…" Break's breathing was fast and erratic, as well as the only noise in the room other than Lotti's lapping at his wounds. "E… Enjoying yourself, Lotti-chan?" Break said his voice more pained than teasing.
"Quite," Lotti answered, leaning against Break as she pushed up onto her tiptoes, capturing his lips with her bloodstained ones. A violent prompt in the form of Lotti's whip handle brushing against his crotch threateningly and her tongue brushing his bottom lip made Break open his mouth in response allowing the woman's tongue entry.
Lotti's tongue darted within Break's mouth, licking at the walls and entangling with his own. The taste of blood in his mouth wasn't foreign, albeit slightly unwelcome, but it had been a long time since he'd kissed someone. Too long it seemed as Break responded, causing Lotti to pause long enough for Break to stick his own tongue in her mouth, which she promptly closed, biting down hard.
"I top here Hatter," she said as Break spluttered.
"No fair Lotti-chan," Break pouted.
"Tough tities. My dungeon, my rules," to emphasise her point, Lotti lashed Break's arms, smirking as her whip began to be coated in blood, her ears ringing with the sound of that audacious man's screams-
"Lotti?"
Said woman jerked in her seat, "Huh? Wha?" Looking around the room Lotti quickly realised she wasn't in her dungeon, nor was Xerxes Break in the room, only the other Baskerville and Vincent Nightray.
"Hehe, poor Lotti-chan zoned-out," Vincent teased lightly.
"On the contrary, it was very serious planning," Lotti stated coldly. She'd make that candy-brained fruitcake pay, oh yes, she'd make him pay…