[ scalpel play kind of like knife play]
Mori encircled her waist trying to calm her down. He clutched her wrist tightly.
"No."
A clear act of rejection.
Kitty's pink orbs were blurred with tears as she pushed him away. But a person like Mori who was well known for his ruthlessness and gruesome acts in port mafia.
"Don't touch me."
"No."
Those words were just a hindrance. A faded background music to his ears.
"What's in your bag?," Mori asked as he lifted her bag with a tight fist clutching the handle of her bagpack.
Kitty swiftly pulled the bag on her side almost breaking her bag's strap.
"It's mine."
She spoke those words hugging her bag tightly as if her whole life was trapped inside that bag. However, Mori managed to snatch the bag, breaking the handle.
He unzipped the chain and shaked it, jerking off a stack of money note and the amethyst ring that fell on the ground, making a sonorous sound against the black marbled tiles.
A document fell on the ground. He immediately recognized it without lifting it up.
Black Oracle.
His expression turned deadly and murderous.
"What is this?," he asked.
Kitty was silent.
"I said... What. Is. This?"
Mori made a fist on her long hair, dragging her face close to him.
"Black Oracle.," was her feeble answer.
"You went to Dazai?," he asked, "What did he...," his steering blue eyes raked on her bruised lips and fresh bright love bites designed at her neck and collarbone, "... take in place?"
The careless passionate marks all over her body was enough evidence to learn that what Dazai took in order to give her the black oracle.
"So? You will sleep with every man. So that you cannot sleep with me? Huh?," he shouted throwing her on the ground, making her crash on the ground.
He crawled towards her as he held her cheeks with his palm digging his fingers and almost bruising her.
"You want to run away from me?," he questioned, "I will find you out even from the hell if I have to."
Mori.
A ruthless man in his conduct.
Be it leadership or ownership.
If he'd to do it. He will do it.
"You took birth control just to not have my child?," he asked, his teeth jarred in frustration. His face were just mere inches apart from her.
"Yes, I did.," she spoke. Her voice sharp like a serpent's tongue, "I don't want to carry your child."
"A child like you is a torture to the society."
Mori was utterly broken by her statement. He kept his palm on his chest and something cracked on his heart.
"Why?," he cried and held her cheeks from both the ends and hugged her.
"If you love me.," she said, "you will let me go."
"You know very well. I can't do that. Please, Kitty.," he pleaded as he pulled her legs closer to him and made her sensitive area press almost against his. He slid his hands inside her breast and cupped them.
Kitty felt sensitive to his soft touch.
"Please accept me.," Mori said, as he leaned in closer. A hot breath melted on her skin.
"No. Don't force me.," she said, looking away from Mori as he leaned in closer almost a centimeter apart from his face. Mori grabbed her chin and forced an eye contact to meet his sharp gaze. He pressed his lips against her.
But Kitty had come too far. At this point, she lost all her emotional control and acted impulsively. She pushed him away and started throwing slaps from both her hand.
"Stay away.," she screamed.
Mori lifted her, as her legs crossed around his waist and threw her on the bed with a loud thud.
"No, Mori, No.," she said, "I am warning you."
She picked a scalpel from Mori's drawer and showed it to him as a sharp act of refusal.
"Give that knife to me, Kitty.," he showed her his palms.
"No.," she said, "Don't come any closer."
Mori crawled his way up to the bed and grabbed his scalpel, "Such sharp objects doesn't suits you." But Kitty didn't dropped the hold of the scalpel, instead she placed them on his neck.
"Playful? Aren't you?," he teased, as if it were a game to him. A twisted game.
He was not scared. He'd played game which were far more dangerous.
Kitty saw his Adam's apple crawling up. He was enjoying it, infact. Kitty was off guard for a moment.
She expected fear and hesitation. Or anything that was closest to both.
He snapped the scalpel and placed it on her cheeks, he didn't scratch her or wound her but playfully grazed her along the jawline. Kitty shut her eyes closed and her lips were pressed tight.
"Look at you all scared like a cat and you are playing with your dangerous predator."