#* suggestive

[catechizers]

@cipher-9 sent (twist) - receiver twists sender's arms behind their back

The chair screeched across the metallic floor as she stood, heeled shoes clicking as she made her way slowly across the room to where he stood.

It had taken longer than she expected for the information they had been looking for to tumble from the subject's lips. Perhaps she had made her judgement about their usefulness too early. Either way, they had what then needed for now; the subject could enjoy a little bit of peace until the next session.

Gloved hands grabbed his wrists, twisting back and upwards until they were pinned behind his back. Kerra pressed her body close, leaning as near to his ear as she could with their height difference.

"Now, now Cipher 9, I think that's more than enough now. We have what we need," She turned, dark lenses flashing in the dim light as she stared down the subject, "Unless you suddenly have anything else to share with us."

They shook their head as best they could against the restraints, managing to fit a "No ma'am," in between sobs.

"We shall see about that." Kerra said, leading Cipher 9 out of the interrogation chamber.

She gave his wrists a final, firm squeeze before releasing his arms from behind his back.

[catechizers]

@cipher-9 asked "They're watching us."

"Good. Let them." She murmured into his ear, hand raised to block her lips from view, as they made their way through the hall and away from the interrogation room. The barest hint of a smirk made its way onto her lips as she spoke. Kerra's gloves were sticky with the subjects blood, leaving a smear of crimson on his cheek when she lowed her hand.

Sure enough, the pair had attracted the attention of several lower ranking staff as they had exited the room. She glared at them through her dark glasses, as if willing one of them to ask about how close she was standing to the man.

One opened their mouth to speak, but Kerra interrupted before they got the chance.

"Does the business that I have with Cipher 9 have anything to do with you?"

"No, Keeper Osse." They squeaked, turning back to their assigned task.

"That's what I thought." She responded coolly.

Kerra grabbed him by his upper arm firmly, fingers digging into his skin, and practically dragged him along with her as she stormed off towards her office.

The door barely had time to shut before she pushed him up against the wall, bodies close.

"So, Cipher 9, shall we have a debrief about what just happened?"

There was a slight hint of mischief in her usually flat tone.

[vessalis]

            non - prompt .     ||     ❝   @arachnido​ .   ❞   ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————        His hands covered Jack’s eyes then the butler leaned closer to his ear. “I want to devour you but you have to give me permission to commit such act.” His lips pressed against his jaw and a nip on his neck was delivered to make him focus. “Let me make you mine, Jack.”

           A  SHUDDERED  BREATH  OF  HEAT  seems  to  drip  from  the  blonde’s  lips,  a  smile  forming  on  the  sinful  exterior,  as  the  head  would  lean  towards  the  sound  of  the  deep  voice.  Indulging  himself  to  be  closer,  wanting  to  HEAR  more.  The  voice  sent  SHIVERS  down  his  spine,  the  sensation  causing  laughter  to  escape  his  lips,  a  head  tilting  to  allow  the  curtain  of  golden  threads  to  fall  over  a  bared  shoulder.  A  gentle  hum  of  consideration.  Before  the  hum  turns  into  a  low  GASP;  skin  burns  at  the  sensation  of  lips.  He  thought  how  cruelly  UNFAIR  this  was.

            It  was  giving  him  much  less  nothing  to  say,  of  course  it  would  be  his  voice  that  shall  allow  events  to  spur  forward.  But  what  was  that  without  a  bit  of  wait  ~?  To  allow  the  demon  to  crave  him  more,  it  surely  was  a  THRILL  to  know  he  held  this  much  control  over  such  a  beast.  It  gave  him  glee,  yet  the  want  within  his  stomach  was  enough  to  allow  his  childish  antics  to  melt.  A  breath  was  enough  to  utter  the  words  of  command,  a  hand  reaching  up  for  the  fire  green  to  BARE  before  the  gold  with  a  lingering  HUNGER:  “  Devour  me  whole.  ”