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[meowww]

Leave a fuckin' message.

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[meowww]

[Never is such a strong word. There is no telling how well he is going to abide by such a rule when this is the response it earns him. Like punishing a puppy by giving it treats even if it doesn't perform the correct command. Just helping that bad behavior become a permanent pattern.

Now, he nods. Tears gathering in the corner of his eyes from the force of Roman's thrusts, he groans around that perfect cock.]

[meowww]

[He notices, so he's careful. He's careful when he leans forward to pull Roman's hands away from his face and keep them tight in his wrist. He's careful when he gets up and steps into the bath, shoes and all, to sit down at the other end of the tube and draw Roman into his arms.

Seeing Roman cry, truly cry, is a rarity. Something Victor profoundly despises seeing.

He holds Roman close and shushes him softly.]

No, you didn't. You fuckin' didn't do nothin'.

[ewwww]

[Any other time, Roman might admonish Victor for dirtying up his bathwater like that. Right now, he just collapses into his arms, nuzzling against Victor's scarred chest.]

Everyone here hates me. [He didn't intend to say that, but now that he did, he can't stop talking.] They don't respect me, Victor. And the city just lets them all get away with it! How is that fair?!

[meowww]

It ain't fuckin' fair. [His voice, normally so low and monotone, grows a bit higher, more emotional. Rage is not something that comes to Victor often, in fact, he finds himself in quite a limited supply. It is a miracle he feels an inkling of anything at all half the time.

Now, it seems that is the only thing he is capable of feeling. Apathy has fled the premises for now.]

I can kill her. I can kill them. You know I can, I will for you.

misfire; un: crimson

[toplieutenant]

[ only this ]

[meowww]

I must have been a really good boy this year.

[toplieutenant]

You and I both know that you are rarely a good boy, Mr Zsasz.

[meowww]

Then I must have been really naughty for this kinda treatment. What's the occasion?

[toplieutenant]

You are very naughty and likely deserve a spanking.

It was meant for someone else, but as always, the city had other ideas.

[meowww]

You going to be the one to give it to me, Missy?

Maybe the city thought I was more deserving.

[toplieutenant]

Victor. What's my name?

[meowww]

[oh fuck.]

Boss?

[toplieutenant]

Which is not spelled M-I-S-S-Y.

[meowww]

Right, sorry, boss.

[toplieutenant]

If you'd like a spanking, I can arrange it.

text; un: BlackMask

[ewwww]

Victor.

[A few picture messages come through. Screenshots of Victor's phone. Of a few compromising photos of women in their underwear saved to his camera roll.]

What is this?

[meowww]

[Oh god.]

A phone?

[ewwww]

Don't get cute with me. It's not going to work this time.

[meowww]

you think I’m cute?

Didn’t have to text me for that

[ewwww]

Victor.

We just got married, and there are half-naked women on your phone.

[meowww]

They’re women who work for us. They texted me first.

[ewwww]

And that makes it better in your addled mind?

[meowww]

Uh, is this right answer, it doesn’t?

[ewwww]

Of course it fucking doesn't! That makes it worse! Of all the people you could have chosen... If it were some random bitch, that would be one thing. But Dinah? Qi'ra?!

[meowww]

I think you’re forgetting the part where they sent me the pictures first.

It’s not like I was fucking them, their tits aren’t even out!