Kitty trembled on his words, those words were like a knife cutting her soul into pieces, her lips felt dry and her throats felt sore as if she had words that she couldn't form on her mouth.
Out of all, she felt terrible.
Mori took off her T shirt and cupped her breast, looking straight at her with a dangerous yet sultry smile.
He used his scalpel to cut the straps of her bra. Kitty clasped her upper body as herbra fell off.
His eyes were menacingly composed as he examined the bite marks the dog had given. Dazai.
Dazai was known for his charm skills. He had an irresistible effect to woman.
"Lady-killer.," That was what he was called.
He hated the name, Dazai. The man who deceptively marked her favourite toy.
Mori traced the knife on her body and collarbone teasing the sharp edges of his scalpel. He was an expert in his skills.
"You are within a control of a skilled man.," he said.
Kitty leaned in closer to him, her black lacy bra fell off exposing her chest completely.
Mori's eyes beamed with joy.
Kitty swiftly skillfully picked the gun hidden in his arsenal, tucked in the coat of his back pocket.
She was not giving up without a fight. That was sure.
She placed the gun, straight on his head and warned Mori, "Touch me and you are dead."
"Ms. Saito.," he said, "You are playing a dangerous game."
"And how fond I am to play with one of my favourite dolls."
"Back off.," she said, "I will shoot."
"You are messing with the boss of port mafia. You think my laps dogs won't come hunting a cute little kitten.," he gently traced the bruised part of her lips, "with little bravery hmm?"
He was completely fearless of her threat, infact it was like a pretty moan to his ears and which only fueled to turn him on.
He cimpared her threat to the feeble mewl of a hungry kitten.
"Come to my arms, Kitty.," he said, "Come where you truly belong."
"No."
"No?"
"Don't make me angry, Kitty.," Mori said, "A kitten should know their place."
He was completely nonchalant to the gun placed on his forehead.
"You think I won't pull the trigger?," she asked.
"Enough.," he said, sharp and cunningly grabbed the gun from her grasp and pointed it on her.
"You think?," he asked, "I haven't played this game before? Death and me are close bosom friends."
"Pull the trigger.," she shouted, "It's better to die than live with you."
He kept the gun at the side table.
"Such resistance?"
"Submit to me or you know my ways.," he crawled closer and Kitty slowly guided her way to the headboard of the bed.
Kitty took the lamp from the sidetable and stroke on him. Mori snatched the lamp from her grasp and tossed it away, crashing to the floor.
"Now, now, Kitty, you have been a naughty kitten. I have to punish you.," he placed the gun on his neck, arching her head up. She forcefully put his hand aside and looked straight at him.
Kitty directly spat on him.
"You dare defy me.," he wiped the spit from his face.
He pushed Kitty on the headboard crashing her body against his and Kitty bit Mori's neck painfully, almost on the verge of blood.
"Kitten bites." She took the scalpel back from the sidetable and aimed at his back.
"KITTY.," he shouted and used his ability: Vita Sexualis.
"Really, Kitty?," he asked, "You are testing my patience."
Kitty looked at Elise and her gaze flickered back at him.
He placed the gun on her. His rage had hit the limit. He couldn't control his finger and pulled the trigger snapping his hand lost in rage - control and dominance.
Kitty eyes widened in surprise and horror but a black swirling appears in front of her, sucking the bullet which didn't hit her.
"What's that?," he asked, "Your ability?"
Kitty's eyes raked on Elise - his ability. Vita sexualis.
"I don't know.," she looked frustrated and screamed in realization of her being shot by Mori. She got up from the bed and shot a glance of disgust to Mori.
"Black hole manipulation?," he snapped.
He smiled and was almost surprised of the new turn the situation had taken. It could be a formidable tool fir his organization was one of the thought and the other was Kitty slipping from his grasp like a sand.
But.
He knew how to manipulate her. Her triggers. Her yearn for almost delusional freedom.
"If you want freedom, then earn it.," he said, knowing how important her formidable power was.
[Name: Kitty Chicha Saito
Age: 21
Height: 170cm
Ability: Now hollow fires burn out to black]