Just Business
Location: A family restaurant near an industrial area in Junggok-dong, Gwangjin-gu, Seoul
It had been going so well, and now it had become actually interesting. Shinseok snarled as the witch sunk her teeth into the palm that muffled her as he shoved a metal brace from a table just under her clavicle and through the back of her chair. He twisted the ends of the bar to ensure she didn’t get any ideas about moving around too much. Standing back to admire his resourcefulness, he hissed while sliding out the stake buried between his lower ribs but paused to examine it instead of tossing it aside.
“Nice try,” he twirled it in his hands, admiring the craftsmanship, “but your aim’s shit.” His eyes flared to a burning gold as he hovered the point over her thigh, his free hand wrestling her knee in place before he speared the wood through her with enough force that he heard her femur crack completely in half under her scream. Catching her muttering something under her breath, he leaned his weight into the stake and grinned as she interrupted her own incantation with another agonized yell.
“The next 5 minutes are going to be incredibly important for you,” Shinseok began as he picked through the debris from the table she had telepathically thrown into him earlier in their meeting. “You have some critical decisions to make. The first one is to consider giving up your supplier. My sire's on her way here right now and she’s not going to take too kindly to you ruining one of the suits she gave me.” He casually waved a fork in the air as he spoke, the mirth in his expression almost boiling over into exhilaration as the look in the witch’s eyes confirmed she imagined just how much he could do with cutlery.
“I was perfectly happy with how smoothly negotiations had been going, you were only going to get a slap on the wrist until, well … this.” Reaching down, he snapped his tibia back into place, tsking at the state of his pant leg having been disintegrated from the knee down. “And now I’ll have to pay damages to this family. My accountant is incredibly hostile to unexpected expenses, I’ll have to do something to appease him. Maybe a new pet! What’s your familiar?” A wad of blood and spit landed on his cheek.
Looming over her, his hands held her wrists to the arms of the chair. He waited for the tension of anticipation in her body to slip for a moment to crush the bones in her left hand, squeezing down with his hand hard enough that the wood underneath cracked and splintered. As she screamed, he then seized her throat only to cut off her air and choke the noise. “The only sounds I want out of you are a confession. Now, are you going to finally comply or am I going to have to do something about those vocal chords?”
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