08/ Video [Broadcast Mind]
The kiss is hot and searing and everything you'd ever imagined. It burns you down to your bones and you can't breathe as he pushes you more firmly against the wall. It's a perfect few seconds and then his hand slides between your legs. He pulls back, smirks knowingly, and leaves you to slide to the floor.
"You were beautiful when I purchased you," He says, looking you over, making you well aware you are far past an acceptable age. "Katze the Scarface."
You've lost everything. You are on your knees, blood running into your eyes. He stands before you, beautiful and magnificent, an avenging angel with a rod of iron in his hand. "I'd never have thought Furniture could accomplish so much. It would be a shame to let it go before seeing what else it could do."And you smile through bloody teeth.
Fingers slide into your mouth, gloved, strong. Your eyes meet his icy blue gaze and he smiles at you, so gently, then you feel your jaw go slack and hear the pop as it snaps out of its socket.
"You've done well for me, Katze. Well for yourself." It's the closest thing he'll ever give you to praise as he stares around your tiny, cluttered apartment. You've made him a fortune; he should be pleased.
You've laid four of them out on the street. They thought they could jump you. They thought the Black Hand of Midas had gotten old and gone soft. Two will probably die. One has a shattered arm. The last is just refusing to get to his feet. "Tell your friends," You whisper. "I'm a mongrel you don't want to fuck with."
Somewhere in the shadows behind you, he smiles.