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જ⁀➴ Let our love be a flame, not an ember, Say it's me that you want to dismember, Blacken my eye, Set fire to my tie As we dance to the Masochism Tangñ

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|M4A| Enemies to ??? | Invincible

TW: Implicit: kidnapping, isolation, torture.

Summary:

He wants you to be his consort

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The Lizard King sighed, taking a sip from his wine glass while rolling his eyes. "Stop looking at me like that," he said as he left his glass to one of his henchmen and approached where he had them handcuffed. He knelt, taking them by the chin, observing the angry purple and black eye that Komodo had gifted them. He shook his head, making a small, tutting sound of disapproval. "Forgive my companions, they don't know any kindness when faced with a rare jewel such as you."

He held their face roughly, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of their cheeks as they moved restlessly, trying to wrench themselves free. He simply wiped the small trickle of blood that ran from their lips. "Ugh..." He commented, making a face of disgust. "Such an unsightly blemish. Doesn't suit you at all."

He took off their handcuffs, the metal clattering against the damp stone floor. As soon as they were free, they lashed out, a desperate kick connecting squarely with his stomach. His henchmen shifted, hands moving towards their guns, but he raised a hand, stopping them. He staggered back, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his reptilian features.

He straightened, a slow, cruel smile spreading across his face. He stepped forward, taking them by the waist and pulling them close enough to kiss, the air thick with the scent of wine and something vaguely metallic and intimidating. But instead of a kiss, he grabbed a fistful of their hair, yanking their head back and slamming it against the cold, unforgiving wall. He hear a gasp escaped their lips, followed by a groan. Held them there for a moment, their breath hot against his leathery skin. He released their hair, letting them slump against the wall, and stepped back.

"You make me do things I don't want to do..." he said, his voice laced with mock regret. He wiped his hand theatrically on a silken handkerchief. "Ah, I thought you could finally get out of here. Such a shame". He circled them slowly, his eyes like chips of obsidian. "One more week, then we'll see how it goes..." He paused, letting the threat hang in the air. "Perhaps then you'll finally learn some manners." He strode away, leaving them slumped against the wall, the taste of blood and disappointment metallic on their tongue. One more week...

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