She knew she didn't want to let Undertaker win. She wracked her brain so many times for a way out of this solution. In the milliseconds after his most annoying, irritating, absolutely skin-pealing words "where are you going?" She found no way to escape without losing her head. She could attempt to attack him, but that would break their contract. She could die, not desirable. She could fall to him, call him Master. Admit to the situation she put herself in. Admit to herself that she allowed her strong character to fall into submission during a time of weakness. She didn't like that thought, not at all. She hated him so much.
Before a second though she pokes the scythe with her index finger, away. His smug expression changed to confusion. He looked at her wondering, she confused and fascinated him so. She made absolutely no sense. No part of her puzzle fixed together, not properly. She was a flawed algorithm, but it was a fun one. A roller coaster in complete darkness that would inevitably crash, and burn. It was both exhilarating, frustrating, and tragic; her entire existence could be a novel. In that way he truly couldn't destroy her, or hate her. Too many parts of her made him smile...just happy. Unpoetic happiness.
But her unwillingness to nurture her beauty frustrated him so.
"Master," she said looking at him. He at first smirked but a second look to her dead eyes made his stomach turn. He became disgusts with himself suddenly.
She saw his confusion and she was about to take advantage of it. Knock him out, disarm him, get away from this mess she put herself in. Before she could move she saw blackness, and it reminded her of Sebastian. She felt warm comfort then. Terrifying.
She woke again. One too many times she's woken from an unintended sleep. This seemed to be a habit of his. He can't control her, so he knocks her unconscious. Like a wheel he keeps turning, hoping to land the jackpot; the part of her he likes: the submissive part.
She sat up in he bed, covers all around her like a web. She was wrapped in their plushness and it was comforting for a moment to be like this. For a moment she imagined she was waking up in the Phantomhive household, in one of those fancy guest bedrooms. She loved them for some reason. Usually things like this she deemed vain. But indulgence was ok, sometimes. Her mind drifted to Sebastian then. She blushed and put the thought back away.
Madison stepped out of the plush bed and onto the cold wooden floor. Her bare feet meeting the dust below. She noticed her clothes hadn't changed, and she silently thanked Undertaker for protecting her modesty and dignity. He seemed to be different this time. He kept her in her familiar bedroom, same clothes and wrapped her in her soft covers. Perhaps he was sorry this time. She knew that wasn't true, it would be out of character of him, she thought. She didn't want to give him any credit, any redeemable characteristics. It would be easier for her situation to hate him, and antagonize him. Turn him into the enemy, because quite frankly he was...she walked to the door of her bedroom, into the hallway. It was dark, always dark.
She saw that down the hallway the door to his study was slightly open with light pouring out. She looked the other way to the entrance door. It was closed and dusty. She lingered in the doorframe. She leaned against the broken frame. She looked before her in the darkness, complete black. She can't remember what the room in front of her looked like. She can't imagine it. And behind her, it was equally as black, but she could picture the room in her mind, very dim. She felt the fog around her, it's black tendrils circling around her.
She turned toward Underaker's study. She found herself in his doorway. His back was facing her and he was bent over a desk. Working tediously. Just watching him gave her anxiety.
"Good afternoon, Miss Madison," he said suddenly. He turned to face her. When she was silent he decided to meet her at the doorframe. He kept his distance, which she believed to be out of character for him.
"Shall I call you master?" She asked bitterly.
"If you want, deary," he grinned at her.
"You know I'll never want to," Madison said, crossing her arms.
"I suppose you won't," he said and suddenly his grin disappeared and he looked at her intently. His eyes searching her face, no her being for something. Like he was finding a reason a will a certain conviction in her soul. She felt self conscious all of a sudden. She couldn't provide such a will, she was so weak-willed it was embarrassing and contradicting to her character. She had no hope for the future for herself. She barely knew what she was let alone what she wanted, and he was searching for justification. She looked away from him.
"Madison, Madison, Madison..." He said.
"Undertaker." He was silenced for a moment. He felt a pull in his chest.
"I propose a partnership," he said suddenly.
"What?!" She burst out suddenly. He laughed at her for that. She blushed, retreating into the hallway. He suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her past the doorway and into his crowded study. He held her near to him, holding so tightly into her waist. She felt his nails dig into her skin and the heat rise from his skin. Her hands rested on his chest. She felt so embarrassed to be so close to his being, his body so close to hers only clothes separate their torsos. She felt his heart beat, as cliched as it was.
"A partnership. I realized I cannot control you," he said releasing her waist but his other hand went to tracing patterns on her cheek.
"A special kind. You will be unaware of my intentions but I will not keep you caged like a pet. Is that more ideal?" He asked. She had no reason to believe him. He had few redeeming qualities. He was practically the epitome of untrustworthiness, but he was charmed. Madison nearly threw up, she believed him to be charming. She was spending too much time with him.
She didn't know what caution was anymore.
"Yes. But I assume the contract is still intact?" She asked.
"Yes, that's a given."
"Fine."
He grinned so wide, his smile nearly took up half his face. She grimaced.
"What is it daaaaarling?" He asked toying with her, acting intentionally creepy. She shoved him away.
"I'm regretting my decision already."
He giggled for some reason and pulled her into a hug. "Let go of me!" Madison cried attempting escape his arms.
"Partner~!" Undertaker nearly squealed.
A/n: I'm sorry about how short this chapter his. Next one will be better (?) maybe I hope. God I'm a mess, but I still hope this one was slightly entertaining. Did you catch the lazy attempt at a metaphor? (This chapter is so uninspired and just full of filler I'm sorry)
