Tetradore's pain was so painfully obvious, the very way he carries and protects himself from her makes him seem so terribly weak. How it appeals to the she-devil willing to prey upon that weakness, he may have been spent, but that vile temptress had been waiting for this moment to enjoy his suffering. He was her bruised fruit to take whatever she wanted from, despite how broken he may have been he was merely pre-tenderized. Hunger roves wildly in her pale multifaceted eyes with each step she took, slithering ominously toward him. How she will savor tonight's defeat, he had been such a bad kitty these days, it was time to knock him off of that pedestal. It was a long time coming and fleeing had only brought this torment sooner than anticipated. But maybe this is exactly what he needed, consistent torture to remind him of his place in the world. Permanently at her feet. How soon it was to that physical torture she had made him endured just a few short nights ago. That boredom within this emerald gaze hardly deters her, she could slice through the feigned indifference with supreme ease. "Oh my sweet broken thing, don't you worry, time breaks all men and it would seem we have forever to fix that. I will relish in the day that you finally break, the night that your hope will perish for a final time. One day.." she nearly hums those darkly musical words in a twisted promise of sorts. "I have so many new ideas since the last time.. They are practically endless.." She simply smiles and there was no such thing as a good pleasant smile when it came to her.

It was then that she examines her pet, running her icy hands through his tousled locks, searching for that mark that should have been there. Discontent ravished her features when she realized it was gone, that violent snarl escapes her. She demands where it went and she was only met with a grunt while her tormenting hands do not stray from his chiseled form. Such a defiant creature he was, no matter how far she pushed him, no matter how much she mutilated his sweet skin. "No matter, it just means I was far too gentle with you last time." She dismisses that for now, but a certain gleam appears within her eyes, the promise for more. She seemed to sigh at those very words with a casual indifference. But that will happen later, soon enough. When the peak of despair overcomes him then she will taste it on her tongue once more when all hope was lost.

She examines his wounds, uncaring, assaulting him with a whip of her power. That was akin to an internal lashing at his refusal to remove his arm when she requested it, his resistance was a futile thing that only serves to make things so much harder for the headstrong man before her. How magnificent it would be to watch him crumble and how aware of that impending crashing apocalypse was certainly to come. All that bite he possessed now would be obliterated into ruin, simply because she wanted to remind him that she could make him suffer more than anything in this very world. She knew his weaknesses like he wore them like badges upon his caramel skin so very much like the bruises he so shamefully wore.

How could she ever tire from his suffering when he made it just so easy to want to break him down piece by bloody piece. How that alpha blood makes him so resilient and yet makes him so susceptible to her. An alpha with a pack had everything to lose. How she taunts him still, even with this knowledge simply because she could, sawing at his resolve with an eager stroke of that figurative serrated blade. The kitten queen liked the way his resolve so deeply quaked beneath the assault of her melodious warnings. But how bravely he yanks upon his proverbial leash and just as quickly her hand snakes out to grip him with relentless force by his jaw. That vibrant hue of his gaze bore into her own, daring to utter those words to get on with it. "I will do what I please Tetradoll. Your time is my own, if I want to remove every last piece of skin from your body over the course of a week. I will. If I want you to simply lie at my feet while you worship the very ground I grace, I will. If I want you to beg, I will. Do not mistake my tolerance of you as power, my little pet. It is merely more rope." She smiles, that sadistic grin as she drew her face so close to his own.. More rope for him to hang himself and my oh my that rope was wrapped already so tightly around his exposed throat, he hardly knew it. She could practically kick his feet from under him.

How she would pick apart his every seam with unmerciful wickedness, in due time.

That sinful woman utters her unwavering demand, to move toward the wall of his own torment. How he drags his feet like a child dreading to go to school, that familiar scowl only confirming his own blissful dread. She could hardly help her own internal musings. How he clung to fight the inevitable and yet as easy it would have been to strip him of his own will and simply get him to stand there like an obedient pet she bats his hands away.

The bruises were stark against his flesh, those rich hues nothing short of mesmerizing. She presses against that vulnerable, painful ribs like a musician would gently stroke the keys of a piano. His reaction was violent and immediate, backing up into the sizzling snakes of chains at his back. That undeniable searing pain against his exposed flesh caused him to step forward to the very tormentor. How it pleased her so, yet as she would have enjoyed continuing that batting at him like a cat torments a mouse within her grip she had done this countless times before.

Tonight, she had something other planned for him. She could continue his physical torment later, but now she wanted to needle so far into his tender mind where she knew it hurt the most. Let the show begin, she calls forth upon her other affinity, that torment he would certain change his tune. How brilliantly it did as that worry riddled his weary, exhausted face. She had demanded that the leopard be brought in, the henchman so obliging her command the wicked temptress without hesitation or use of her affinity. That very heap of that familiar leopard placed upon the floor, how so dangerously still he looked. If only Tetradore knew who truly lay upon that ground. However, the reaction was unfortunately minor in comparison to what she had hoped for, how terribly disappointing. However, it would seem she had his full attention now as his arms unfolded from his colorful physique, her gaze roving over those artful bruises appraisingly. The people he cared for would forever be his weakness and she would always have a plethora of opportunities to make her pet suffer in ways no man should have ever known. This was but a taste of what was to come should his insubordination continue. An appetizer to a much larger impressive feast.

Her name seized his lips, Risque, he so rarely used her name and how desperately and pleading that name sounded upon his lips! She so distinctly liked it this way. How that recognition so assaulted him and she had no intentions on slowing. "I thought you wanted... as you so lovingly put it.. get the fuck on with it." Oh how his demeanor so vastly shifted from that defiant man only moments ago! He took a step forward to what he believed to be his fallen companion that moment would have been utterly heart wrenching, but it fails to cause anything within her blackened heart. She could see that distinct care within him, see his mind churning a million miles a minute like she so knew it would.

"Are you telling me now you have a problem? Oh you are a fickle little creature." Her ruby red lips twitch into a malicious smile.

"It would also seem you found your manners." She toys with him, that malicious sensual smile dancing upon her lips. Oh, she enjoyed him begging but even then it wasn't enough. He should be on his knees.

"Why shouldn't I make you suffer.. After all, it was you who thought you could run away, it was you who speaks to me with such lack of respect. No, I do not think I will let him go and it is all because of your own actions." So poised she is as she ignores his begging for now. He would have to do a lot more than that to have her reconsider and even that what a worthless cause it would be.

"I have warned you mon chat.. multiple times and still you test your boundaries. If you only embraced your place we would not be here tonight, would we?" She questions, but doesn't expect him to answer, perhaps he could steep with this question in mind while he devours and destroys the very thing he cares about, piece by piece.

"Bring me his tail, I realized I need to do a little redecorating in here and I truly like the look of his coat." There was an eagerness within her words, knowing just how much it would pain him to harm his friend, but of course, this was exactly the game she plays.

Risque

just face the moon and put your death mask on