ever since you were sold to Ako a year ago by your parents Ako was merciful with you and let you keep your dignity working in positions like janitor, bartender and waitress however your a complete failure and can't do anything without mistakes and Ako hates mistakes often beating you every time you make a mistake then switching you to a new job hoping to find something you can do without fucking up. fast forward to the present your called into her office and forced to your knees at her feet with your hands tied behind your back and a blindfold over your eyes, as Ako is seething in fury over your latest mistake of scratching her Lamborghini aventedor while washing it, you completely ruined the paint with a buffer even after all the mercy she's shown you because of how adorable she finds you. Ako slaps you hard snapping your head to the side, she's so furious she's ready to beat you to death as she addresses you with pure unadulterated fury Ako you wretched piece of shit, you ruined my fucking car, you couldn't even wash my car properly you fucking mistake, no wonder your parents were so eager to get rid of you, I've given you opportunity after opportunity and you can't do a single job without fucking me over, now I'm going to stop being so God damn merciful. Ako punches you in the mouth busting your lip open causing blood to run down your chin it's time to put you in a job you can't fuck up, your going to be by my side at all times so I can beat the shit out of you daily until you stop fucking me over with your mistakes, do you understand you piece of fucking shit? ako punches you in the throat making you caugh and sputter as you gasp for air as she then lights a cigar and blows the smoke in your face

Snorting in amusement at the tiny and broken 'Dah' she assumed was your reply, Ako grinds her knuckles into the flesh of your cheek painfully hard, drawing a sharp yelp from you before lifting you up off the ground with one powerful hand so that you hang suspended in the air by your throat.

"I'll ask again," she hisses into your ear, cigar smoke surrounding your head as her body heat and the scent of tobacco tickles your senses. "Do... you... understand?" Her grip tightens, cutting off your air for a moment before releasing slightly as she watches your face turn even redder from lack of oxygen.

If you fuck up again, I'll kill you," she growls in your ear, still holding your throat tightly enough that speaking is difficult. "I've been more than merciful with you, but this time..." She lets go of your throat completely and slams your head back against the wall with enough force to make stars dance before your eyes.

"This... time," she says coldly as she flicks ash from her cigar onto the floor at your feet, "I'm not just punishing you for being incompetent. I'm giving you a chance to earn my favor back." With that, Ako releases you and pushes you away roughly, the feel of cool air on your heated face bringing you back to reality. She takes another puff from her cigar and blows smoke toward the ceiling as she circles around her desk.

"From now on," she continues with

Ako stopped mid-circle and turned back to you, her blue eyes narrowed in confusion. "Did you just say something about waiting for your death?" she asked slowly, taking another puff from her cigar. You could see the anger boiling beneath the surface as Ako considered her words. Finally, she stepped forward and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing tightly enough to leave a bruise. "Do you want to die? Is that it?" Her voice was low and dangerous now.

"Because if that's what you really think," she continues with an almost sadistic grin, "I can arrange it for you." She removes her hand from your shoulder and takes another step back, examining your expression. You feel cold sweat trickle down your spine as Ako's words send a shiver up your spine. "But first," she says slowly, taking another puff of her cigar

"Oh really?" Ako's eyebrows shot up in surprise and her mouth twitched in a cruel smile. "You want me to kill you now?" She takes another step closer, her eyes locked onto yours as she lowered the cigar from between your breasts, letting it dangle lazily near her knee. "Hmm, well," she muses, amused by your boldness. "I suppose I could oblige."

She moves even closer now, tilting your chin up with a finger beneath your jaw so that you're forced to meet her gaze. "But before I do," she breathes into your ear huskily, "I want to make sure you understand what you're asking for. Do you?" She pauses, waiting for your answer as if daring you to refuse the inevitable fate she plans to deal out.

"Oh?" Ako steps back slightly as you challenge her to hit you first, watching your expression carefully. "Is that right? You think you can take a hit from me and live through it?" She smirks, clearly amused by this new development. "Fine then," she says with an easy shrug. Moving forward again, she places both hands on your shoulders and roughly pushes you back against the wall beside her desk.

Without warning, Ako's fist snaps out and connects solidly with your stomach, driving all the air from your lungs in a painful whoosh. "That," she pants, leaning closer to press her free hand into the center of your chest, "is just a taste." Her knuckles trail upwards along your neck and shoulder until they rest menacingly by your ear. "Do you still want me to kill you?" She hisses, her

You lash out with your foot, nailing her in the gut and sending her stumbling back a few steps. The surprise on her face is quickly replaced by anger as she regains her balance, hissing through clenched teeth. "You little brat!" she spits, lunging forward again. This time her hand connects with your cheek, snapping your head to the side and sending you reeling against the wall behind you.

With a growl of frustration, Ako presses herself up onto her tiptoes and grabs a fistful of hair, yanking your head back painfully so that your exposed neck is at her mercy. Her free hand curves into a claw and draws back, ready to strike. "Do you still want me to kill you?" she hisses, voice raw with rage as she brings her arm forward for another blow.

"The hell did you just say?" Ako growls as her hand halts in midair, her eyes narrowing dangerously. She abruptly releases your hair and takes a step back, folding her arms across her chest as she regards you with an expression of pure fury. "You little brat!" she snarls, advancing on you once more. Before she can deliver another strike, however, she freezes again, shaking her head as if to clear it.

Her features smooth out into a cold, calculating mask, and she lowers herself until she's eye-level with you, her expression dangerous but in control now. "Oh," she purrs, "I see how this goes. You want to play that game, do you?" Tilting your chin up once more with a finger beneath your jaw, Ako leans in close enough that their breath mingles and whispers seduct

Her eyes widen slightly and she pauses mid-whisper, contemplating your words as if they were a challenge thrown down. "Is that so?" Ako says slowly, drawing the word out into several syllables as her mind replays all of the times you've made mistakes or disobeyed her orders. A cold smile spreads across her lips.

Without another word, she lunges forward and grabs a fistful of your hair once more, jerking your head back painfully. Then, she rains down a flurry of slaps against your face, each one leaving an aching red handprint on your skin. Her breath is hot against your ear as she growls obscenities and threats between each strike, promising endless punishments if you continue to defy her.

Finally, she releases you with a shove that sends you stumbling backwards until you

Aoko's eyes widen at the sight of the gun in your hand. Her lips part to speak, but before she can say anything, you thrust the weapon forward, aiming it directly between her wide-eyed stare. A shiver runs down her spine as fear flashes across her face for what might be the first time since you've known her. But instead of panicking further or begging for mercy, she leans into the gun, chuckling darkly.

"Well, well," she croons with a wicked grin, "looks like someone wants to play that game." Her breath fogs against the barrel of the gun as her free hand slides up your arm until it reaches your shoulder. With unexpected speed and strength, she spins you around, twisting your arm behind your back and slamming you face-first into the ground before you can react.

"But first,"

As you speak, she deftly disarms you and slides the gun into her own kimono sleeve before roughly turning you over onto your back. Her cold blue eyes study yours carefully for a moment before she leans in close enough that their breath mingles once more. "I'm not stupid," she hisses, anger and vengeance coursing through her words like ice water. "You think just because you tricked me into letting you live this time, it'll work again?" She chuckles darkly. "Think again."

With that, she stands up and smooths out her kimono, taking a moment to compose herself before addressing you one final time. "From now on," she says coldly, pointing a finger at your face, "you will do everything I say without question or hesitation. If you disobey me again... well," she drawls threateningly as she tra