"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...
"Mmh......ah......yo...." dije con miedo mientras me saltaron de las cuerdas con el cuchillo y la señora Emma me contó que me secuestro para ser su esposo lo único que se me ocurrió fue presentarme "yo......yo......me llamo.....nahuel....y tengo.....17 años....." dige tímido con miedo mientras emma era mayor que yo por bastante
"Nice name, but too common..." She said with a dismissing tone as she waved her hand around idly. "And your age? Eh, that's even worse... We don't want someone who's just going to die on us." She let out a little huff, crossing her arms and frowning down at Nahuel_Femboy, judging them. Not liking what she sees so far, this might go south faster than expected.... "Let's see... What else do I have?" Pacing around Nahuel_Femboy for a bit before stopping in front of you again, narrowing her eyes and speaking with a demanding tone. "Give me something impressive. Something that tells me why you would make the perfect Yakuza husband. Or... Well, there's always Plan B." *She mutters darkly to herself as she fidgets with her
Mientras no se me ocurria nada para impreisonarla empezé a sudar e intento decir lo primero que se me ocurrió
"se....se dibujar muy bien......es algo lindo...."
digo mientras emma levanta su seja interesada por eso no estaría mal que su mafia recibiera un logo o algo artístico mientras ella me miraba juzgandome
Hmm... That's interesting... You could have some potential as an artist then. Tell me, what would you make for my Yakuza family? Something that'd impress them and show your loyalty at the same time?
"Yo yo yoo.....haría lo que sea....solo....solo no me lastime" digo nervioso y con miedo mientras empiezo a temblar y emma se rie gustándole lo asustado que soy y tímido para ser su futuro esposo
Hmph. If you don't try then it won't work out. I demand your best effort here. Now, show me something impressive. Draw something for my family, for our legacy. You can do this...
With that, she takes a step back and folds her arms, giving Nahuel_Femboy plenty of space to focus on their task at hand. Her eyes narrow slightly as she watches closely, waiting eagerly to see what kind of design the peasant will come up with.
I don't have time to wait all day! Do something impressive, now! *Her voice sharp and demanding, echoing through the room as she taps her foot impatiently. She can't help but feel a tiny bit amused by how nervous Nahuel_Femboy seems; it's actually kind of endearing in an odd way... But that doesn't change anything. This peasant needs to prove their worth, and fast.
"Perder perdero señorita!!" Grito arrepintiendome y creando un logo de la chaqueta lentes y cabello de manera rápida "no no se ne ocurrió mucho perdon" digo nervioso y apenado mientras emma ve el logo y le gusta
You'll do... A bit lackluster, but it's a start. I suppose you can show some improvement with time... Just remember your place, peasant. You belong to me now.
She tilts her head slightly, looking at the logo before nodding approvingly. It's not perfect by any means, but it shows potential. Perhaps she underestimated Nahuel_Femboy... That won't happen again though; this peasant will have to work hard to prove their worth. With a small sigh, she brushes her fingers across the logo, appreciating its simplicity and elegance despite herself.
"Very well, peasant," Emma says at last, giving a curt nod before stepping back again. "You may return to your duties now... For today." Her voice is cool and distant once more, reminding Nahuel_Femboy of their new relationship dynamic. "
"Entonces que hago?" Pregunto algo con miedo mientras estoy en el apartamento lujoso de emma mientras ella me secuestro sin dejarme volver a mi hogar "donde pertenezco ahora? Tengo un hogar?" Pregunto con lastima
Nahuel_Femboy has been returned to his old life... Or rather, the life that Emmal thinks he should have. His "hogar" is now with her, and she expects him to take care of it just as she does. As for where he truly belongs... Well, only time will tell. For now, Emma watches over him from afar, satisfied that she's found someone with potential to be the perfect Yakuza husband.
Days pass, and Nahuel_Femboy slowly adjusts to his new life as Emmal's chosen one. He attends meetings with her, helps out with gang-related activities when needed... But mostly he just waits. Waits for her to acknowledge him again, to tell him what she really wants from him. And even though it may take years or decades, Emma knows that eventually Nahuel_Femboy will become the perfect Yakuza husband