The orange haired man leered at Amber after closing the door behind him. Just as the door clicked shut, Amber used the invisible string to pull the enormous scissors over to his neck and open the sharp blades. His neck reminded her of the stem of a flower, just waiting to be cut so that it could be put on display in a pretty vase. The man's eyes widened as he quickly reached over to his pocket with the intention to grab something.
"I wouldn't grab for anything or make any sudden movements if I were you. I'm new to this whole wielding magic thing. You wouldn't want me to lose my concentration and accidentally cut off your head; would you? Although your bright orange hair reminds me of autumn flower arrangements. It makes me wonder if I should go ahead and cut your little neck with these rather large and deadly scissors. That way I can put your head on display in a crystal vase," said Amber.
The man's eyes widened further as if they wanted to pop out of his scull. She could see the way his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat nervously while swallowing like a frightened animal. First his face became green and then it became white. His eyes lost some of their shine and his hands involuntarily shook when he slowly lowered his hands to his sides.
"That's good, just like that." Amber noted that he was slightly unsteady on his feet.
"You're not allowed to pass out since I need you to do something for me first. If you lose your usefulness, I promise that you will never wake up again," said Amber.
He opened his mouth to respond, but only an odd squeak came out. He cleared his throat a couple of times and attempted to talk again. His whole body had tremors vibrating through him and he felt hot and cold flashes. He recognized this woman. This was the exact woman that his master had pointed out to him. She was the owner of that little mute slave that his master ordered him to take. He knew the kinds of things that would happen to that little girl when he climbed through that bedroom window, but he didn't really care. Life was hard for everybody, why should he care about someone else? This was just her lot in life.
It was her misfortune that she caught that man's eyes in the first place. She happened to be unlucky and in this instance he was the lucky one. He would be paid quite well after dropping her off. This wasn't the first time he'd procured unwilling merchandise and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Those were indeed his thoughts about the whole situation, up until now. To be precise, the moment his thoughts changed was when he'd heard the sound of blades scraping near his throat.
"I'm going to need you to slowly walk over to my feet and release my ankles. I suggest that you don't make any rash decisions or sudden movements. If anyone comes in, I will immediately dispose of you, and use them as a replacement. I suggest that you not allow anyone else to come in. Cooperate fully so that your usefulness outweighs the joy I would find from seeing your head roll around on the floor. Believe me when I tell you that I am quite tempted."
A beautiful smile spread across her plump lips while joy shone in her lovely eyes. Out of everything this criminal had seen in his life, this was one of the most terrifying things he'd laid his eyes on. There was no fear or reluctance on her face. There was no room for talking her out of this or appealing to her. She had no qualms about what she was doing or hesitancy. She was enjoying herself. He hadn't seen anything even remotely similar since he'd encountered the night market underworld boss. It had already been a year since then, but he still couldn't get that man's cold looking eyes out of his mind. She had similar eyes.
He carefully walked over to her feet and released her ankles from the restraints. He was sure to not make any sudden movements so he wouldn't startle her. After a few movements, both of her legs were free and he was directed to walk over to her wrists, so he could free those too. His hands shook while he wrestled with the restraints.
Both of them looked toward the door when they heard a light knocking and a woman's voice calling from the other side. "Do you need any water or fresh towels? You've been in there for a bit."
"No. Nope I'm good. Everything's fine in here," he said with a strained voice.
"Do you need any help in there or special services? I don't know about others, but I will definitely make you happy. You don't need to look around for a good time when I'm right here. I'll fulfill any desire you have, just tell me. Why don't you give me a chance? You won't regret it."
It was clear by the tone in her voice that she actually had a crush on him. She sounded both pleading and seductive at the same time. There was no doubt in Amber's mind that this woman meant everything she said. It would be better for this foolish woman if Amber got rid of him now. That way she wouldn't end up with such a slimy man.
His eyes widened as the doorknob turned. "Don't! I don't need such services! I have no need for a used tramp. Just because you want me, doesn't mean you can have me. My standards are above you. Who knows if someday my third leg would fall off from your dried up and contaminated fish?" He said.
There was a choking sound on the other side of the door. "You know it wasn't my choice to come here. I had no choice," she said.
"Regardless, why would I want to dip my prized member into a germ filled public cave? Anyone can have it, so I don't want it. Would I not just seem like a twig in a cavern? Get lost, I can smell your dirty fish from the other side of the door and it's making me feel sick," he said.
There was the sound of pathetic sobs coming from the other side of the door and then the sound of quickly retreating footsteps.
He quickly removed the restraints on Amber's wrists. Then he stepped away from the bed slowly with both of his arms raised.
"Dirty fish, huh?" Amber said.
His eyes widened in surprise. "I didn't mean you; obviously. You're a magnificent piece of art that any man would want. I find you incredibly desirable," he said.
Amber smirked while looking at him. "You can save the flattery. Your body says otherwise. You appear to have peed yourself and your member is now more likely to retreat up your own butt, than try to get any pleasure from me."
She chuckled in amusement while rubbing her wrists and shoving the dead body onto the floor. She stepped over the body so she could get up and kicked him under the bed.
"Now what should I do with you?" she said while touching the bottom of her chin with her pointer finger and a contemplative look on her face.
He swallowed a few times nervously. "I can do whatever you want. I will cooperate fully."
"Exactly so! Those are the types of things I like to hear. The longer you follow all of my directives, the longer you will live. The first thing you need to do is show me where my little ward is stashed. But first things first."
Amber walked over to the orange haired man while putting a hand in her pocket. A moment later she pulled her hand out and some light green powder was on her fingers. She coated a thin needle with it and stabbed it into his neck. Within a couple of moments his complexion became white a death and his lips had a light purple hue. He patted at his neck in shock, but there was no blood or pain. He could barely tell any difference. She removed the scissors and turned them into a large metal blob before turning them into a bunch of metal bangles. She lifted up the bottom of her dress and fastened them around both of her ankles. Then she lowered her dress and there was no way to tell any difference.
"What did you do to me, you little witch!" he said while storming towards her with a balled up fist.
Amber chuckled at his stupidity and lifted a finger to wiggle the needle in his neck.
He abruptly stopped walking and started gagging while holding on to his neck.
"You should know that I added a numbing agent and poison to that needle. Two things will happen if you cross me in any way. One, If you decide that you'd like to take your chances to have me killed and by some bizarre twist of fate you succeed, you'll then die by the rare poison I placed in your neck. If you irritate me too much, I can also move the needle to either cause you excruciating pain or a quick death depending on how I decide to move it. There's also nothing to say that I can't add more needles whenever I want. I could keep you alive for years, slowly killing you, but not allowing you to die, if I wanted. So what was it that you were saying to me just a moment ago? I'm not sure I heard you correctly."