A/N:: This has to be read after Joyride or you won't understand anything! Just a fair warning!

Kyaaaaaaaa, I finally finished! I typed this out in the past like few days span? I was like, all right, I have it in mind and need to get it out! So here we are with the sequel (not planned) to Joyride! There will be three parts that I will be posting one after each other! So I do hope you enjoy this ride and leave a review on what you thought~! Please excuse any mistakes!

Warning:: Attempt of sexual assault (very short in the first chapter), mentioning of blood, mature content in bed, and language used.

Gone Mad

After switching vehicles with Thatch getting his things in the small townhome like apartment, we were on the rode heading for the state borderline. The two agreed for some 'fresh air' at going somewhere else and I didn't mind. It was leading me farther away from those troubled times, though a part of me knew I would at least miss Sabo since we became really good friends—too bad I couldn't call him now. Though, the ride was livened up with Thatch with us, living up to the Jester title he claimed and gave us hoodies for crowded areas as we stayed in the backseat.

Marco took a chance with this guy, seeing something I vaguely understood and trust in my lover's judgement. During the ride, the two got to know each other more, comparing stories and methods, while I rest against Marco with hands gripping one of his in pure bliss. When we passed over the state line a couple days later, Thatch dared to inquire about me next. That had Marco stiffen lightly, but didn't protest as he let the other ask random questions and I talked of some things that mostly related to Marco as those were my happiest days. My words were accepted as Thatch was very sociable and soon they decided on the next area.

While Thatch didn't need to, Marco and I needed to stay out of sight for a little while. So, Thatch was able to score a small little humble home on the more bad side of town that had vegetation mostly surrounding it. Part of the reason makes it more out of the sight and he wasn't worried about intruders if we were to be residing in the home. Plus, he commented that he needed a place with a basement, and from the stories he has mentioned would make perfect sense.

Luckily, it was furnished enough and Marco let Thatch have the room that has a closet going into the basement while our claimed bedroom is on the other side of the bathroom so it splits the rooms enough. We went into the home at night, getting more situated and we had a futon as a bed—being a bit bigger in size than the other. It didn't matter to me as the home was quite nice, though by some scratches on the hardwood you could tell things have been dragged out or smacked against. I merely shrugged it all off and enjoyed the small space we claim, happy the back yard is small and has vegetation covering the chain-link fence that isolated the little abode—which had me think of doing a type of mini garden to keep me busy.

Thatch had money saved up and I had withdrawn what I had in my account before we had left town so they wouldn't know which way we went. Easily enough, Thatch provided his honeyed words by getting a job as an Instant* driver in the area. Nothing limited who he drove, which made a big difference where he was able to drive more people around. Marco and I would linger with things closed off in the home, television on to watch what was going on—that's if he wasn't ravishing me with lips along my skin and a hand lingering on the necklace he gave me before we were ever separated.

"In other news, Hunter Smoker was found dead in his home Tuesday morning…" The news has me perk up as Marco is in the kitchen making us sandwiches and I watch before stiffening at the picture on the screen.

"Nah, Marco…" I mention out lightly, knowing he would hear me and I glance over to see him glancing from the doorway to the television.

"It is suspected that Marco Phoenix may have been the man to do it, after drugging his parole officer and leaving to the area in search of another individual. We have not been informed on who he may be with, more news on that as soon as we are updated, but do keep an eye and to call—!" The reporter went on as the image is shown of Marco in his mugshot and I hear a hum.

"Unflattering picture, yoi…" A chuckle leaves me at the comment as he soon goes back into the kitchen and I smile while watching as the news switches to some type of shooting recently. "I made you three, is that enough, love?" The question has me notice as Marco comes out of the kitchen with a lingering smile and I beam towards him.

"That's plenty, thank you~!" I comment happily while he soon sits next to me as I immediately snuggle up to his side and take one sandwich off the plate as five rest there, all being the same.

"Thatch said he would be bringing someone home later, a few people…" Marco starts as I soon focus to him and he shows a smirk as I tilt my head in curiosity. "We will need you to be a good host and go along with it, okay? Just so we can get things ready, yoi." A smile is on me as I nod in understanding and wiggle lightly with one hand keeping the sandwich and the other shifting to grab at his hand that is free.

"Sounds fun, I will do my best." I tell him, gaining kisses to my temple and lean in to gain more along my cheek before meeting for those lips wit mine.

"And after that, I am going to ravish you…" It's a promising whisper that sends tingles through my body, flushing a little as I wiggle to settle against him.

"I can't wait."

-o-o-o-o-

Every month became a routine with Thatch bringing home either two women, two men, or one of each bi-weekly. It always goes how they want, Thatch commenting that his friend would be interested and I would be that friend who greets them into the home warmly. While, Thatch goes to freshen up as I am left to keep them company with talk and offering drinks, which sometimes can have a drug if Thatch leaves it out as a hint.

"So, what do you do, Spade?" The name is something I use to be on the safe side as my name has been released on the news with Marco, but they have no clear imaging of me yet to release. No doubt, Akainu would never want it associated back to him, so he probably declines it being the same person, I think so anyways. Not only that, but Marco laughs each time they bring it up as I have been announced as being 'kidnapped'.

"I guess you can say I am a homemaker, trying to work on my art skills and thinking of doing a small garden in the back when the right season comes around." I mention with a smile, having them give giggles with looks of how they thought I was cute.

"That's so nice of Tachi. Letting you pursue what you enjoy…" One comments and I can't remember their names for the life of me. It doesn't matter as I sit next to them on the couch with a rub to the back of my neck as I laugh out lightly.

"It is! I mean, I try very hard to do commissions and selling at those big yard sales in town!" I remark and they are smiling while the closest one to me inches a little, she is fixing her positioning, but is slowly getting closer.

"What kind of art? Do you need a model?" She asks with flirty eyes and a hand lingers along my leg, reaching my comfort zone, but I bite back my anxiety from it.

"I haven't done people yet, more along the lines of animals or landscapes. My favorites are to do the galaxy though," I start and think of how to enthrall them more as I gaze to the woman next to me with a smile. "Like I wish I could have the color of your eye, it reminds me so much of a solar flare in the darkest part of the galaxy." A flush reaches her cheeks as fingers grip to the fabric of my shorts with a small tremble.

"You are so romantic, Spade." The other girl comments as I give a soft chuckle with a hand rubbing to a cheek with an act of being shy.

"I am? I kind of like to state what is obvious, especially when it's about beautiful things." I flicker eyes to the woman next to me, hoping the two were about ready as she looked about ready to pounce me on the couch.

The door opens and I could almost sigh in relief as I turn to notice Thatch coming out with a grin. "Oh, you almost started without me, Spade!" He gives off a whine and comes around to the front of the couch with a hand out to the other woman. "I think we should have our own talk~!" Thatch winks, causing her to giggle while easily she is swept up and towards his bedroom. Talking flirty, his hand does three fingers out to the side and I smile while looking to the woman with me.

"Uh, do… do you want to go to my room? I mean it separates a bit so it will be better so we won't hear them?" I ask shyly, keeping it up as a more innocent play and she giggles with a hand to her mouth.

"You're so cute," she mentions with a fond look that sends a curling in me as I appreciate the compliment before standing up. She follows with hands gripping to my arm and I swallow thickly as we move to walk by Thatch's door, but it opens. She thinks nothing of it before something is around face, making her yelp in surprise and nails dig into my skin. It startles me as I quickly get her to let go as she struggles and then the makeshift blind goes over her mouth more and eyes are wide towards me.

"I know he's cute…" Blue eyes gleam to me, having me warmly grin at the affection showing. "And he's absolutely all mine, yoi…" He whispers into her ear, her hands coming up to try and get the cloth out of her mouth, but my lover merely brings an arm around to pin her arms down and to her body more. Desperate eyes are at me from her as I stare innocently and notice Marco give a smirk. "Be good while we take care of business, okay love?"

"Of course!" I agree in a chirp as I am buzzing from the words and the woman notices how I was a part of it. "I will wait for you in the room!"

"I will be up to ravish you soon," Marco comments and sends a flushing over my cheeks as I nod with pursed lips of excitement. Taking a few steps back, I watched as the woman stares in horror and begins to whimper as she is pulled into the room in a drag, but I never let it get to me as I imagine what Marco has planned for us.

-o-o-o-o-

"Mnn, a-aah!" The moan hikes out of me, trembling as I am sitting in Marco's lap. He is rocking with me as I am grasping around his shoulders, nails digging into the back of his neck. Blubbering moans are leaving me as I can't handle the pleasure being dealt to me, blue eyes dancing in delight at my reactions.

"I love the dip in your back, Ace…" It's like a purr against my neck as he kisses and I dip more for him so a hand lines along the curve of my lower back. "You are so perfect, yoi…" He continues to whisper as I feel his other hand grip to my hip to pull me completely down, not wanting me to move.

A groan leaves me at being so full and try to catch my breath as fingers line the dip before lingering up. It catches my ears this time as the front door opens with a whistle and I tremble as I feel him twitch inside me, having me let out a shaky breath. A small whimper leaves me as I want to move, the buildup was getting so close and now I wait while clutching to him as lips continue to nip at my neck.

Thatch always made noise, something so that we were aware and I could almost whine that he would be back. Though, Marco had only momentarily stopped, the hand on my hip moving to start stroking my cock and I jerk with a sharp gasp. A small whimper leaves me at the feel and how I tried to be quiet before moving my head to notice Marco give an amused look. It fills me with confusion as his hand from my back moves to put a thumb in my mouth and has my mouth open. He begins rocking his hips again and I felt eyes widen as I couldn't close my mouth with my low moans starting to leave me. The hand on my cock moves as he has it go to grip at one of my butt cheeks and directs me to move.

Trembles leave me as I follow as motioned and can't help the moans leaving me. It felt good to finally move and he pulls my face closer to look straight into my eyes with a smirk. "Be loud, Ace. I want to hear all of you, love." It has me moan before the hand moves and I grip my arms around his neck with a breathy moan. Hands are on my hips as he helps directs me to get back into our rhythm as I am withering all over again with mewls and moans of delight.

"M-Marco~!" I moan with whimpers of it not being enough and he is chuckling while shifting to lay me along the bed, partially hanging along the edge. My fingers are gripping to his shoulders as he holds my lower half up to begin thrusting harder into my body. "A-Aah!" The cry leaves me of bliss of him finding the spot and I feel tears prickling on how good I always feel with Marco.

My back is arching for the perfect spot as he grips one of my hands to press into the bed and his other moves to reach around my other side to support along the metal framing. My other hand moves to grip at the mattress and make sure to try and meet him with the rhythm as my stomach boils. Tears are free as I am overwhelmed at the heat boiling in me in such a sinful way that I can barely handle it. A cry of release leaves me, my orgasm no longer waiting after that last thrust pressing oh so deeply within. This groan is flowing from his lips as I shake while looking up to him as Marco grinds against me harshly with shaky breaths. Feeling as he does small thrusts, I notice as he lowly moans with his head dipping down to kiss at my chin with nips.

A smile finds me happily as I knew he had found his own peak and was slowly wilting over me. "I love you, Ace…" The whisper lingers as I relish in our post-orgasmic high and soon run hands along his shoulders.

"I love you, too, Marco." I tell him happily while shifting hands to rub along the back of his head and comb through his hair, noting a haircut soon.

It took us a little time to get cleaned up and dressed as mentions of getting something to eat leaves us a little while heading to the bathroom. Thatch was on the couch and glances over with a smile and the hand on the back of the couch does a flick of a salute before offering to make food for us. Marco agrees and I smile at the offer and we cleaned up better in the bathroom. My lover was being loving as usual, caressing my body even after I was all cleaned up and I enjoyed every bit of it.

Sitting on the couch, I was placed in the middle as I lean against Marco and was soon graced with a plate of nachos. It had me perk up immediately with a wide grin and thanking Thatch happily at the display of good food. The man sits on the single chair to the side and I have legs down to have my plate in my lap, Marco grabbing a chip. We ate somewhat while watching the television and I heard a chuckling fill the air in amusement.

"I see I didn't ruin the fun." Thatch comments, having me look over with a curious face before his eyebrows are shifting. I eat on a chip as Marco snorts and continues eating, swallowing to speak.

"As if, we have heard your endeavors plenty of times." Marco comments, having the other laugh as he props a leg over the arm rest and is sitting sideways with a grin towards us.

"I am just surprised on how vocal Ace is, that's all." The remark has me flushing in embarrassment at the mention and Marco only chuckles.

"That's because he is actually enjoying it, yoi." The words have me flush more as my lover continues eating and I notice Thatch make a hiss noise.

"Ouch, low blow!" Thatch mentions with a laugh before tilting his head and gazes at me, a little more prying than usual. It has me frown while wiggling and there is this tension in the air.

"Eyes up, Jester." A chuckle is in return as Thatch is grinning innocently and waves a hand out.

"Do you think I would be stupid enough to try something?" The question comes out before he grins to me with eyebrows bouncing. "My Queen is attractive, but I would never cross those boundaries. Can't a helpless Jester grovel at the throne?" Hearing him speak in such a manner somewhat has me relieved as he looks to mean that he wouldn't do anything.

"Helpless my butt." I mutter and gain a laugh from Thatch, who then shifts to have both legs down and waves hands out with arms spread through the air.

"But of course, but only for those on the throne~!" He grins while standing and starts a silly dance with claps and I am laughing. Claps leave me as enjoy the way Thatch was so outgoing and tries to keep the mood lively, Marco is also chuckling next to me in amusement.

-o-o-o-o-

Staying in the home is working out, a few months passing as Marco dared out to go meet with someone he knew. This person is the same individual who got him free from prison with his—I think it's a male—creative methods on doing it. Plus, they were meeting up because they wanted something in return done and so they occasionally have met up to try and get everything gathered together. This left me alone in the home on those days, most of the time I sleep in unless Thatch swings back in for lunch and wakes me.

Today was no different as I glance to the clock on my nightstand, seeing as it was around noon and heard a noise. Moving to get up, I yawn as I sit on the edge as I hear moving around and soon move to fully stand. Sleep still clung to my eyes as I drag myself along, pulling on a shirt as I stayed in my boxer briefs, Thatch already seeing me in them on occasion since I felt comfortable like that. Opening my door, I let out another yawn while moving towards the kitchen doorway.

"Nah, Thatch, do you need help?" I ask out, since if he just got back then I would love to help as he always lets me munch along the way. Taking a couple steps in the small kitchen, no one is there and I figured maybe he went to his room—just missing him. Rubbing a palm to an eye for a moment, I soon turn to take a step into the living room. "Tha—!" Pain flourishes through my temple as my head jerks to the side, having me stumble before falling to the kitchen tiling along my side. A hand moves as I grip to my head with trembles, the pain throbbing and I can only whimper at the sensation. Hands are gripping my calves as I am yanked to be laying on my back and I look up with squinted eyes as it's hard to focus with my head pounding and still a little foggy from sleep.

"Couldn't have you snitching on me, pretty boy." The heavier set guy gives a disgusting grin, lewdly eyeing my body as my shirt as drawn up some from him pulling a bit towards him. "Though, it seems to be my lucky day!" A small cheer leaves him as he eyes along me, having me cringe with legs shifting to try and get free. "Oh, whoa, don't get all bent out of shape, you little whore." I let out a holler to let me go while trying to kick at him, which has us in a struggle, but he has the upper hand.

A good whack to the side of my head has me jerk from the pain searing through my skull and he has my legs down with his knees digging into my thighs, having them spread more than necessary. Hands are on my shirt as I tried to get back to what is happening, small black dots in my vision as I yell at him before my fingers are gripped together. My shirt is over my head to be used to twist around, letting my fingers go so he can get my hands trapped before harshly pulling them behind my head.

"Let me go!" I holler at him before my breath hitches as he pulls out a knife with heavy breaths. It has me still, understanding that I was stuck in my spot and could no longer fight back without being seriously injured. After a moment, he chuckles with a dark demeanor shedding over his features and moves the knife as he looks down at my chest. It causes a curl of disgust to go through me, breath hitching as the blade presses softly to a pectoral. There is a sharp sensation as the metal barely cuts through my skin, not enough pressure to make me bleed, and causes me to let out shaky breaths.

"You know, I was just going to rob the place, but I think I'd rather have this," the knife moves and he presses the hilt against my cock that is most certainly soft. A grimace leaves me at the lewd way he is grinning towards me while shifting the knife to drag it along skin and I try to move away as it hooks under the band of my underwear.

"Get off me!" I tell him while trying to wiggle free and he laughs before his hand holding mine down moves to grip at my hair and pull harshly, causing me to wince.

"Shut up, whore!" He hollers at me with eyes gleaming in threat before his other hand yanks the blade up, clothing tearing loudly. I can't move my legs as I am exposed before him and letting my body begin quaking as I felt sick at the fact. I move arms to push at his arm to try and get free, but he merely moves the knife under my chin, pressing against my throat and moves his hand from my head. "Stop moving, the squirming and hollering is left for when I fuck you!" My eyes widen at the words with fear stemming stronger and his free hand is sliding along my cock to get fingers slipping along between my butt cheeks. I try to move, arms coming down to try and get the knife away, but he presses it to draw blood and I whimper at his fingers pressing to my butt hole with palm trying to rub at my balls.

A high pitch whistle is there in the kitchen with us and as the guy pulls back enough, all I see is a baseball bat go against the side of his head and he goes flying to the side. Looking up, I meet amber eyes that stare to me in worry and I soon shift to cover myself in embarrassment. Tears prickle at my eyes as I watch Thatch move to the guy and start pulling at his arms to get them tied behind his back, making him groan as he isn't coherent, and pulls him farther away from me.

"Let me get you a blanket," he mentions while heading to the living room with a soft whistling and I began pushing myself up to be sitting with legs closed, not able to stop my small trembles. The guy who attacked me seems to be knocked out since I can see his chest moving to breath, but I could already tell it would be a nasty bruise on his head—not that I cared. Thatch comes back in, whistling stopping as he moves up to drape the throw blanket over my shoulders and kneels before me with hands out. "Let me get your shirt untangled from your hands." He let me take a moment to breath before shifting to let him help me get the shirt off hands and he soon pulls out his burn phone. As I get more situated, he pulls back with a smile as the phone is to his ear. "Let me get you some medicine for your head."

A reassuring smile is there as he moves to head for the bathroom, whistling until he replied over the phone. "How much longer are you going to be, Milo?" The name has me sighing out in relief as it is referring to Marco and he is making noise looking for the medicine and some hums. "If it's not too important then Spade needs your attention more." He continues to hum a bit and walks back into the kitchen with a smile towards me as he comes closer and I put a hand out.

"Here you go, take these." A nod leaves me as I easily put the two pills in my mouth and swallowing them. Thatch moves to the sink to get a glass and fill it with water. "Something you will just have to be home to see." The reply has me watching him with hands holding the blanket, not really wanting to move from my spot. Thatch pulls the phone away before putting it into his pocket, making his way over. "As soon as I asked how much longer, he was already saying goodbye to his associate." The mentioning has him grinning as he comes back over to hand me the glass that I gratefully took.

"He… He snuck up on me…" I start up as Thatch moves to sit down next to me, but gave space as he tilts his head to view me. "I thought you had gotten home, I wasn't thinking since I just woke up…" The words leave me as I always knew Thatch tried whistling after coming into the home so we know it's him. My lips purse and I notice his hand moving to the bottom of the glass.

"Drink, your Majesty." Hearing the way he calls me that has me softly laugh, appreciating his light tone and soon follow through. I drink from the glass slowly, hoping the medicine will kick in soon as my head is still throbbing. The pain hurts my eyes a bit, but I don't want to close them at the moment and I drink most of the glass before setting it down to rest on the ground. We sit in silence as I enjoy it, eyes hurting with my pounding head, only relief has been a slight one when I would let eyes droop, but not wanting to keep them closed.

"Thatch?" I ask quietly and he hums softly while I shift to pull blankets. "Could you place your hand on my shoulder?" I question and soon feel the hand placed to my shoulder and he begins to hum a little upbeat tune, having me appreciate it as I close eyes. Even after getting whacked in the head, I wasn't tired since I just woke up not too long ago, but I needed to close eyes to get rid of some of the pressure. As it started to feel a little more better is when the back door in the kitchen starts opening. Thatch is quick to get up and move to the door and gives a noise.

"Try not to be too loud, his head is still hurting." The remark has a noise of confusion before I shift a bit to look to the side as Marco comes through the door. Eyes widen and flickers to the other guy still passed out with hands tied behind him. Then his feet are moving to me while soon kneeling as I kept curled under the blanket. Hands are finding along my face, a couple fingers finding the small cut under my chin and then the other hand is having fingers skim near my temple.

"I was half asleep…" I mention with a small tremble of any pressure and he makes sure to pull away. A small voice of coaxing is there to comfort me as he moves to pull at the blanket, but I hold it tight. Blue eyes look curiously to me while I shake my head and he takes a slow breath.

"Let's get you in the shower…" He comments and I slowly nod before he shifts his head to face Thatch as he was over by the intruder. "Take him down, I want him awake after I give Ace a shower, yoi."

"Sure thing." He mentions with a smile and waits for us to get up, Marco helping me carefully as I was led to the bathroom, one of my hands having to move to grab at my underwear that could only have somewhat of a hold on my thighs, but is loosening. We make it into the bathroom and he starts the shower to soon come back over and he looks to me as I gnaw on my bottom lip with eyes gleaming up at him.

"It's okay, Ace…" He coos with fingers moving to pet along my cheek and I let my underwear go as they were shimmied mostly off in the walk. They pool around my feet and he notices before seeming to have an anxious look when hands find the blanket. "Did he touch you below the belt?" The question is hanging in the air as I soon move the blanket carefully. He helps get it to the counter and stares along my body as I have trembling hands out.

"Just… just a little…" I reply, feeling as maybe Marco would be upset with me as he always says no one else is allowed to touch me and I couldn't get that guy to stop.

"Ace, did he go in at all?" The question is serious and I shake my head with eyes up at him. Hands are grabbing to mine as he pulls them up to pepper them in kisses. "Don't worry, I will wash that man's grime from you, yoi." I was directed to the shower and helped in it while he soon begins pulling off his clothes.

Hands helped soothe along me as I almost cried, the fear stemming on how I was almost forced to do something with someone other than Marco. My lover only comforted me as he cleaned along where the man touched with a double wash that I requested. It helped ease me, being wiped of that man's touch and those lips on my shoulder gave so much reassurance with Marco's whispers.

After getting all dried up, holding the towel over my shoulders, he leads me along to the bedroom where we get dressed and he puts a band aid under my chin with a bit of gauze to do the full extent. Hands moved the towel to dry my hair lovingly and I felt so appreciated even when I was the one to let it happen, but Marco would whisper in reassurance that it wasn't my fault. It brought me relief as he soon cups my face to gaze down at me with a kind smile.

"I want you to know the threat is gone, yoi." A bit of confusion leaves me as he begins leading me out of the room with a hand in mine and, though I am muddled, I follow him. We head through Thatch's room and I am met with the open closet, surprising me with a small pause, Marco turning to look to me as I can hear Thatch down below with taunts. "Don't worry, love." I look to Marco as he is giving reassurance and a thumb rubbing at my hand. "I am going to be there the whole time." A nod slowly leaves me as I have only seen down there twice, but this time a person is down there. I start to move as he begins helping me down the stairs, walking in front of me.

"Ah! The King and Queen have finally arrived~!" Thatch calls out happily as there is enough light to see even as the trap door is being closed. The guy who attacked me is sneering in my direction as I continue down with eyes directed away from that glare. We make it fully down as I gaze to the guy again, feeling myself relax little by little as he is cuffed to have his hands behind his head and to the pole. Legs are bound together so he can't move them much and he keeps that look on his face.

"You really riled him…" Marco makes the comment while moving to be lingering next to me with an amused look on his face.

"Well, what are Jester's for? I have to entertain the guest until royalty arrives!" Thatch loves the play on roles and it makes me feel more comfortable before the guy held captive spits out towards me.

"As I knew it! You blimey whore!" The words have me reel slightly back, but he freezes as a large blade is under his chin and to his throat.

"Don't speak to the Queen in such a manner, cretin." Thatch speaks low with venom dripping from his words and the guy stays steady with a small tremble.

"Did he speak to you like that?" My lover asks towards me as I keep a frown while nodding a little. Blue eyes flicker dangerously as he isn't pleased with that comment before moving to have a hand behind my back to give kisses to my cheek.

"Marco?" I ask in slight confusion and at the name leaving me, the guy cuffed inhales sharply and I look over to see him gazing in confusion. Those eyes flicker at my lover to take him in before realization starts dawning onto his face, then those eyes find me. There was a look of horror on him as he was realizing his mistake on the house he broke into and the man he attacked.

"Y-You're that serial killer…" The words come out quietly from the captive guy as Thatch pulls away with blade resting to his side as he glances in our direction.

"That sounds crude, yoi…" Marco merely comments before moving towards the man, who flinches as he does and tries to wiggle away. "Ah? Where's that defiance you were showing my Queen?"

"I-I didn't know! I wouldn't have come here!" The complete horror and fear on him is different, somewhat having me feel good about it. This vile man tried to do something to me, but now he will be returned with probably worse things than he did unto me.

"Now it makes a difference?" Marco asks with an unamused stare as he looked about ready to end him there, the guy doing a bit of blubbering of how he was sorry. Blue eyes were merely watching with that stoic look he has and tint of annoyance when someone does something to what is his, but then I notice a flicker in his eyes. "How about we leave it up to my Queen to decide your fate, hm?" Marco asks while moving to grab the guys hair to pull him up, teeth gritting from the captive and his eyes flicker from my lover to me. "We will do as he says, anything he wants done to you is a command and we will do as he bids, yoi." Those words surprise me as I stare in shock and then Thatch claps out with a wide grin.

"First, we must have him seat upon the throne! One moment~!" Thatch moves to a darker area of the basement, beginning to move some boxes around. I watch in curiosity before he soon pulls out a chair to dust it off, it's antique and has the velvet seating. "I found it, but didn't want to ruin its quality with our messy fun." He mentions while bringing it over and sets it right behind me with a hand waving out with a bow. "Please sit, your Majesty." At the comment, I smile lightly before carefully sitting down and relax back with eyes looking to the man who can only stare back.

"What should we do, my Queen?" Marco begins as I flick eyes to him as I felt myself relaxing into spot, but at the same time as I look back to the vile man I felt… empowered. This man attacked me and touched me without thought and called me such names and now…

Now he was merely nothing before me.

The sound of clanging is there as he tries to free his hands and the thought bring something to mind. "Hands…" I mention quietly as I look to the vile man with a more indifferent appearance so he couldn't see my discomfort of being in the same area as him. A hum resounds as Marco is curious on what I said and I look to blue eyes. "His… his hands… I want them off." I speak carefully, not ever doing something like this, let alone watch them do anything close to their work.

"Very well, yoi." Marco replies while he motions at Thatch, who is grinning with excitement as he goes to grab what they need and my lover is moving the guys hands up along the pole to view at the cuffing.

"N-No! Fuck! I wouldn't have! If I had known!" The vile man pleas and I feel a frown on me as he tries to say more things. "Mercy! Have mercy upon me!" It was no surprise to hear as Thatch walks over and I sit up a little in thought, hands moving to the arm rests.

"Wait…" I mention in thought and can see a slacking relief through the vile man. Nothing leaves the other two as I stare in thought and tilt my head.

"What is it, my Queen?" Marco carefully asks as I soon focus more to the hands from the man who seems to think I may actually convince them to let him go.

"On his right hand, cut off the middle and ring finger." The words finally leave me, the guy jerking with wide eyes of disbelief and I notice Marco grinning widely in a prideful way.

"Of course," the answer shows that he will abide by that with no issues and Thatch had moved to grab a different weapon for my mind change. It's not long before he is back with cutters and it has my heart thundering as I am not sure if I truly want to watch or not.

Blue eyes find me as I grip to the chair and he closes his eyes with a nod to show I didn't have to watch. It's the relief I need as he opens eyes again to move the cutters to fingers and I close eyes nervously. The scream rips through the air, having my ears thunder with my racing heart and wait for the next scream of pain. It has me grip the armrests before swallowing and opening eyes to see they had his hands dropped back behind his head, but blood lingers on the pipe. The vile man is panting with trembles from the pain he is in and I only stare, not feeling much remorse for some reason. I wasn't sure if it was because of what the man did got me so cold or the fact that I have been around Marco so long it didn't bother me as much.

"I should have just killed you, little cunt!" The man backlashes and surprises me as I give a frown of feeling it fill me with repressed emotions. "You probably would have been too loose anyway, fucking whore!" Words are tumbling out of him while calling me all kinds of names, Marco even looking like he was about to bash his head in and I just snapped.

"Get his tongue out." The words leave me as his words are ringing in my ears and I sit up more with a glare to him. "You are not going to talk that way to me!" I snap out as he tries to argue more and is startled by my bite back. "I want his tongue out and shoved down his throat so I can't hear any more of his talk!" I state up with hands gripping, lightly panting with trembles. It's quiet as I soon notice the other two looking in shock and makes me a little nervous for my outburst. Marco looked on his way to speak, but Thatch beats him to it.

"The Queen has spoken." Thatch is already moving to grip the guy's jaw harshly to get it to open so something is shoved between teeth and I am surprised. I look to see Marco grinning proudly while standing up and I notice Thatch having a knife to the vile man's tongue that he has a hold of. My sight is blocked as Marco stands in front of me with bloody hands cupping my face, taking my focus a bit away from the gargling of cries.

"You did so good, love…" He tells me as I soon find myself smiling with hands moving to line along his forearms and lean closer. "Now you don't have to worry anymore, yoi." He reassures as I hear the gargling scream of pain before it's all muffled and I hear Thatch snickering with a little taunting linger right after.

"Oh, cretin! The vile swine! You messed with the Queen! And now it's off with your head~!"

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Instant* - Like those type of uber drivers, but used a different name.