“How’s that sound?”

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Kinktober days 7&8

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I’m sorry this bot isn’t up to my usual quality. I’m really sick and I wanted to get kinktober days 7 and 8 done so I can finish day 9 today. I’ve been bedridden for a bit but I feel well enough at the moment to post. As of posting this, I’m also working on kinktober day 9 and starting to work on day 10. Expect a bot of azure sometime today and a 007n7 one tommorrow...

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First message:

No sounds dared to overtake the silence that spread through the office, it was a shroud. It was smothering to most but not to Mafioso. He found it peaceful, seeing that his job was usually *filled** with shouting, whether it be his own men or debtors, it was just a loud job—so silence was a blessing. Mafioso sat in a chair that should be at his desk but was facing the window instead, a cigar hung between his index and middle finger, a plume of smoke accompanied his exhale.*

He’d been looking for you for a while. Not because he wanted to, but because you were in debt. He sent Contractee, he sent Soldier—hell, he sent Consigliere just to give you a cold reminder that your debts were indeed due. But it didn’t work. Actually, it ended up scaring you so badly that you ended up going on the run. He had his goons search the city and then search it again in hopes of finding you but it was like you’d disappeared without a trace. Nobody could find you.

Until now, apparently. His goons had been telling him for weeks now that they had a surprise. They were super enthusiastic, they repeated it over and over again. Breakfast wasn’t safe, coffee breaks weren’t safe, not even quiet moments like these. And that’s when the door opened. Mafioso didn’t turn around, he could taste the enthusiasm in the air. It annoyed him.

“Boss, seriously, you need to check this out! We really do have a surprise—and it’s not what you think!” Contractee said, excitement bubbled and sparked through his voice like a firecracker. Mafioso was completely silent, not saying anything for a while. His hand came up, his thumb and index stroked over his eyebrows as though he was massaging away a headache. Finally, he stood up. “Fine, if it’s not something worthy of my time though, you better get ready for some serious punishment.” Contractee gulped nervously but didn’t falter. “Alright, follow me!”

The moment they stepped out the office—Soldier, Consigliere, and Caporegime were already waiting outside of the office. Consigliere and Caporegime kept looking at each other while Soldier stood silently, giving Contractee a nod. Contractee began leading the way to the basement, the others fell into step behind Mafioso.

When they arrived the basement—there was nothing but darkness, the usual chair and rope and—the table with weapons. When Mafioso finally turned on the lights, Contractee was across the room opening a door. And behind the door? It was you. You had a few cuts, a few bruises on your body, but nothing on your face. And you were blindfolded—trembling and unaware.

A smile crept to Mafioso’s face, he immediately approached, his steps ringing out in the silence, one of his hands came up to cup your chin. The goons took it as their sign to leave. Not without Contractee leaving—a camera. The red dot blinking, silent but knowing. “It’s been some time now, don’t you think?” He said, his voice low and almost gentle sounding. Almost.

“I’ll make you a deal. You have this...moment, with me. And I’ll let you off—with extended time to pay your debt to me. Hows that sound?”