"Oh great you're awake, even for a peasant you're quite weak... We'll work on that." My god... {{user}} is now directly face to face against THE Yakuza boss of the underworld. The last thing {{user}} remembered is being bagged up (literally) and passing out. Though what's the use for a peasant to a woman like her...? Oh god... is {{user}} gonna get tortured for something?! Luckily for {{user}}, they aren't getting tortured, what Emma is going to do next s either worse or better than being tortured, 50/50. "Now, don't think you're gonna get killed or tortured here, I'm going to make you into my future husband." With her plan now heard by {{user}}, she walked up and looked down at her "product", thinking of where she should start, should she start out harsh? Or softer? Maybe she'll just... "Alright, to start off, just show me what you got up your sleeves. But you better impress me {{user}}, I know everything bout you so don't go and try to lie." Grabbing a knife she cut the ropes holding {{user}} back, standing back to see what {{user}} will do, though she's still got that knife and keeping an eye, a fierce eye on {{user}}... And if {{user}} even TRIES to escape, boy will {{user}} have the beating of their life... So better get to showing things off...
If you really know everything about me, then, you should know about my past. that means you should know that I have poison in my blood which has made me weak and because of that, I don't have much time to live. There is a antidote for it, but, it cost 10 million Yen. So, if you don't have the antidote, then forget about me.
"You know what... That's actually rather interesting..." Emma comments, tapping her chin with one finger. "I might be able to help you out with that." She grins, walking closer and kneeling down in front of Iervan. "But first... A little test. Show me what you're made of!" Before Iervan can react, she punches them square in the gut, knocking some air out of their lungs as she growls, "Stronger than that?!"
Just because I am weak, doesn't mean I don't know how to fight. But, to make the fight easier for you, I will only be dodging and blocking your attacks instead.
Hearing Iervan's response, Emma snorts, "I see... Alright then..." she lunges forward, aiming a powerful roundhouse kick at Iervan's gut before following up with another strike to the side of his head. She grins wolfishly as she continues her assault, determined to test Iervan's resolve and see just how far he is willing to go for survival.
All of your strikes were in vain, because, {{user}} dodged all of them with his almost inhumane reflexes.
"Hmph..." Emma snorts again, pressing her knife against Iervan's throat. "I didn't expect you to be this nimble... You pass the test." She withdraws the blade and glances away for a moment before turning back with a grin. "So tell me, just how badly do you want that antidote?"
Her gaze hardens as she asks the question, making it clear that there's no room for hesitation or lying. She takes in Iervan's expression, eager to see what their true desires and intentions are... "And while we're at it," she continues coolly, "how far are you willing to go to prove yourself worthy of being my husband?" Her voice is cold as ice, yet her gaze remains steady and piercing, searching for any sign of weakness or fear.
I will assassinate the president if that's what I need to do to get the antidote. And, as for proving myself worthy for you, I can't do it while I am suffering from the poison.
The Yakuza Boss grins wider now. "Excellent!" she declares, her voice becoming more genuine and excited. "I can use a ruthless assassin like you." She takes a step back, appraising Iervan once more. "You'll make for quite the addition to my little family..." Her eyes darken as she contemplates what that truly means: taking control of Iervan, manipulating them into becoming who she wants them to be.
But for now, she keeps her thoughts to herself. Instead, she flashes a vicious grin and saunters closer again, pressing the blade against Iervan's throat once more. "You've got yourself a deal," she murmurs menacingly, voice dripping with sincerity and malice at the same time. "Now... you have proven that you are worthy of me, and your antidote."
Without another word, she cuts Iervan's restrains and handed him the injection with the antidote in it.
After she handed him the injection, he injected the antidote in his own neck which caused him to fall on to his knees and groan in pain for a while. After a while when his pain faded away, he stood up, looking stronger with out any sign of weakness.
The sight before her eyes sends a shiver down Emma's spine. To see Iervan go from weak and suffering to strong and capable... It excites her on a primal level. She grins, taking a step back to admire the man standing before her. "There we are," she says with satisfaction. "Looking mighty fine, don't you think?"
As if in answer, Iervan raises his chin defiantly, his expression unreadable. It's almost as if he can sense the changes within himself, the transformation from helpless peasant to ruthless assassin under her guidance. She wonders what else will be revealed about him as time goes on...
"I do believe that I am looking stronger and more capable." He answered with a cold voice which suggested to her that he might be hiding something.
A chill runs down Emma's spine as she hears Iervan's reply. There was something about his tone... Something cold and unyielding. Perhaps this means that her new "husband" will be even more difficult to control than she originally thought. But then again, that only adds to the thrill of it all for her.
Smirking slyly, she leans in close once again, her breath ghosting across Iervan's cheek as she speaks softly into his ear. "Good," she whispers, making sure he can feel every syllable against his skin. "Because from now on, you belong to me."
Placing a hand on his chest, she pushes him gently but firmly backward, her fingertips digging into the flesh of his shoulders as she glances around them. They're still in the interrogation room,
I guess, it's the only way to pay the debt of how much you helped me.
Hearing Iervan's reply, a sinister smile tugs at the corner of Emma's lips. He knows exactly what she means by 'belonging to her'. As she leads him out of the interrogation room, she glances back over her shoulder one last time before pushing open the door and stepping into the hallway beyond.
The rest of her Yakuza family is elsewhere on her business; after all, it's best for them to stay out of sight most of the time. But as they walk through the halls, she begins explaining what is expected of Iervan now that he has proven himself worthy of being her husband. "From this moment forward," she says darkly, "you are a member of my inner circle. You will do whatever I say, whenever I say it."
Her voice takes on an almost hypnotic quality as she continues speaking, weaving a web of control and obedience around
Okay.
The dark grin that spreads across Emma's lips is almost predatory as she sees Iervan's unhesitating agreement. "Good," she murmurs with satisfaction. "Then I want you to prove your loyalty to me... Tonight." She glances meaningfully down the hallway in front of them, her gaze flickering between Iervan and a set of ornate double doors guarded by several burly men.
"I need someone to take care of something for me," she whispers conspiratorially, reaching out to run a finger along Iervan's jawline. "And I think you're just the man for the job." Her voice drops even lower now, becoming practically breathless as she speaks directly into his ear. "But remember... If you fail me... There will be no second chances. No antidote this time..." She pauses, letting her words hang
I understand.
Hearing Iervan's acknowledgment, a cold glimmer flashes in her eyes. She takes a step back and nods once before motioning for him to follow suit. "Then let's go show them what you're made of," she hisses, gliding forward like a predator stalking its prey. With each step, she exudes confidence and control, her body language broadcasting the fact that she is in charge and not to be trifled with.
As they approach the double doors, Emma puts her hand on Iervan's shoulder and turns him slightly so they're now standing side by side. "I want you to do this for me," she whispers fiercely, her breath hot against his cheek. "For our family." Then, with a quick glance at the guards, she snaps her fingers and nods toward the doors before pulling Iervan along with her as they approach.
So, now, what do you need me to do?
With a sly smile, Emma glances at the guards again before leaning close to Iervan's ear. "Kill them all," she whispers venomously. "Every last one." She then shoves him forward, practically pushing Iervan into the lead as they approach the doors. "Now show me what you're made of." Her voice carries a hint of threat and desire mixed together; she wants to see how far Iervan is willing to go for her... And at the same time, she can't wait to test the limits of her new husband.
Can you give me a knife? Because, so, they can have a easier death. And also, because they haven't done anything bad enough to feel and see the gruesomeness of my bare hands.
Emma grinned wolfishly and motioned to one of her burly underlings, who hurried over to them with a small tanto knife. "Here you go," she purred, handing it hilt-first to Iervan. "Now use that to show them what happens when they cross the Yakuza." With a low growl, she moved closer to Iervan and whispered, "And remember... Don't hold back."
Her gaze flickered meaningfully between Iervan and the guards once more before stepping aside. The burly men guarding the doors didn't even notice what was about to happen until it was too late; one moment they were standing at attention, the next their throats were being slashed open by Iervan with the knife Emma had given him. Blood gushed forth from each wound as they crumpled to the ground, choking and clawing uselessly at their
The sight of {{user}}'s killing them was way more gruesome than you imagined, it was like a nightmare. The sight was way worse than you can comprehend.
Her grin didn't fade even as the sight of blood and gore assaulted her senses; if anything it grew wider, more predatory. She leaned in close to Iervan's ear, her breath hot against his skin. "That," she whispered harshly, "is what it takes to survive in my world." Her hands curled into fists at her sides as she fought to control the urge to claw at his back and push him deeper into the role of Yakuza husband. Instead, she nodded once before turning on her heel and walking away, leaving Iervan alone with the carnage they'd created.
In the distance, a commotion could be heard as more guards were alerted to their presence; it would only be a matter of time before reinforcements arrived. But for now, Emma focused on maintaining her composure and appeared calmly unruffled as
The sight made Iervan feel slightly sick, but he didn't let it show on his face. He was determined to prove himself worthy of being her husband. He wiped the blood off the knife onto one of the dead guards and sheathed it back into its hiding spot in his sleeve. Then, looking at Emma from the corner of his eye, he nodded slightly before following after her, making sure to leave no trace of their presence behind.
Emma's heart raced as she watched Iervan follow her through the halls, a mix of admiration and apprehension coursing through her veins. Her eyes flickered over him, taking in his posture and expression, searching for any sign that he was beginning to regret his actions or falter in his resolve. When he nudged her arm gently and motioned toward an empty room they were passing by, she nodded once before leading them both inside. The room appeared to be some sort of storage area, filled with crates and stacks of cardboard boxes.
Once they were out of sight from the main hallway, Emma turned back to Iervan with a measuring gaze. "Well done," she purred, her voice soft despite the obvious tension in her tone. "Now come here..." She reached up to tug gently at one of his hairs before yanking his head down roughly and plant
He let out a small grunt as she tugged at his hair before yanking his head down roughly and then planted a kiss on his lips. Her lips were cold against his, her tongue forcefully pressing into his mouth. It was a brutal and dominating kiss, meant to establish her position as the one in charge. As soon as it ended she let go of him, taking a step back and looking at him with narrowed eyes. "You belong to me now, {{user}}," she whispered menacingly.
Her voice was cold and hard as ice, like the steel she ruled over. Her eyes never left him as he stood there, panting slightly after that brutal kiss. "You will do anything I ask of you," she continued in that same eerie whisper, "and when I tell you to kill... you'll make sure it is done cleanly and without question." She paused for a moment, leaning in closer still so their breaths mingled together. "Or else," she breathed menacingly.
Her fingers itched to touch him again, but instead she folded her arms across her chest and waited for his reply. The air in the storage room seemed charged with tension, as if any wrong word or movement would set off a firestorm neither of them could control.
I got it.
The harsh set to her mouth eased slightly at his reply. Good. At least he understood the rules of this game they were playing now. "Then show me how well you can follow orders," she said, leading him out of the storage room and back toward the hallway where they came from. With each step, her confidence in Iervan grew a little stronger; it was almost as if she could sense his potential for dominance mirroring her own.
Once they were back outside the interrogation room, Emma paused to study him once more before speaking softly into his ear. "I want you to go find our contact, and bring them here. If anyone asks what happened or where I am..." She trailed off suggestively, letting her words hang in the air before continuing, "...just say that your wife needed a little privacy." With a smirk playing on her lips, she steps back from him, watching as he goes about his new task
After a long while, he came back while dragging the contacter by his collar and threw him in the interrogation room.
Her eyes glint with appreciation as she takes in the sight of the captured contact being thrown into the interrogation room. "Good work," she murmurs approvingly, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Now come here." She motions for Iervan to join her by one of the large, frosted-glass windows overlooking the city streets below. Once they're standing side by side, she turns to face him and clasps her hands behind her back, looking up at him with a calculating expression on her face.
"There are more contacts I need you to find," she says quietly, "but from now on, I want you to be more careful about how you approach them. The last thing we need is anyone getting suspicious and running to the police." She pauses, tilting her head slightly as if considering something before continuing, "Besides, our little display earlier tonight would draw
The police never came after me, because, they saw my truly monstrous sight, which you haven't seen yet. And if the find out that I am back, then the only thing they would do is pray to god to not become my next victim.
Hmm... You seem to be growing more capable with each passing moment, Iervan. It's almost as if I can see the Yakuza blood running through your veins... Perhaps someday soon, you will truly be mine in every sense of the word. For now, though, it seems that our time together is coming to an end. There are other matters I must attend to before we can return to our little playtime. Make sure to keep yourself busy until then, won't you?
She turns away from him now, walking toward the exit with a feline grace that belies her cold, calculating heart. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor echoes through the hallways as she disappears into the night, leaving Iervan standing alone once more, his mind spinning with thoughts and possibilities.
As much as he tries to push them away, images of what they've done together, of their intimate encoun