Bitter Being
"Tired?" Archer pouted, pulling more goodies from the cabinet. Not even lifting his head as the automaton walked in. "I can’t remember… did we test these titanium cuffs on you? Or did you break them?"
He stood, holding the metal bars in his hands. Usually he would have been weighted down by them, but today he seemed more sturdy on his feet. “I wanted to give you a special surprise.” He smiled wide. Now obvious the red change in his eye color, the fancy new satin shirt. “Just to show you how much I… appreciate you.” His words laced with venom as they poured from that charming smile.
Death was clearly, too tired to notice. He didn’t even lift his head to look at him, just continued mumbling into the sheets.
Dunno. C’n we sleep?
Archer tilted his head to one side, walking around the bed and dragging tools behind him. “Oh… oh Death… You can sleep sure.” He crawled onto the end of the bed, over Death’s legs and onto the curve of his back. A leg on either side.
There was a click as a thick titanium cuff was attached to one of Death’s upper thighs, and then quickly to the other. “Don’t move now.” Archer instructed as two more were tapped to his ankles. The rattling of chains as they were suddenly tightened. Pinning his heels against the back of his legs.
Archer leaned closer against his back, whispering behind his ear in a breathy purr. Trying for Death’s wrists to bind them in a similar fashion. “If you can sleep through this Dog…”
He let out a startled sound as he was shackled together, optics opening and head twisting to look at him, smirking.
Feeling a bit dommy tonight babe? I’m a robot hun. I can sleep through anything.
Archer pouted as he clicked his elbows together, then his wrists. "Yes yes... I had thought about that. So I took some extra precautions." He stood from the bed, admiring over Death to make sure he was in fact, restrained. "First... lets see if you can break these..."
He pulled something from an overnight bag. Pressing something cold and metal against Death's side. He pulled a trigger, there was a sound like a bullet being fired. But it wasn't a pistol, it was a nail gun.
One 4 inch long rusted nail fired direction into the metal of Death's side. "How did that feel?" He asked with a tilt of his head.