Standing in the doorway, heliotrope hues took in the scene laid out before them — their calculating gaze shifted from the man at his desk to the aforementioned coward who, admittedly, seemed to be shitting himself. Pretty, pink lips found themselves smiling then as a pair of purple heels filled the otherwise silent room with a foreboding sound. She soon found herself standing beside her employer, turning that smile towards him. His request — or rather, order — was met with not a reply, but a single nod of understanding. Her wolfish grin was quickly directed at the man in question, and there was nothing but cruel amusement in her predatory stare. No questions were asked. No arguments were made. As it stood, she didn’t really need to know anything about this affair — not yet, at least. Sure, she would pester her superior later about it as she was nosy by nature, but she wouldn’t bother him with such trivial matters now. Not when she had a job to do.
❝ Anything for you, sir. ❞
It was said in a tone that was intentionally obnoxious, meant solely to cause further irritation in the already enraged man. Unlike like guy pissing himself, she would get away with such behavior. Being in her position had a lot of benefits — all of which she took full advantage of at any possible time. Without much hesitation, Nicolette found herself abandoning Jack’s side in favor of stalking towards her current victim. She was all long legs and swaying hips, but even still she practically oozed confidence and ill-intent.
There was only one thing about this that became unsatisfying. He wasn’t cowering. Or, he was, but not from her. The fear he was experiencing came from whatever Jack had done to him before she’d entered the room. No, this just wouldn’t do. How could she take pleasure from this if he wasn’t terrified of her? No no, such a mistake needed to be rectified immediately. Lithe fingers wasted no time curling into the fabric of his shirt, yanking him forward before his legs could carry him away as a fist made contact with his groin. Her knuckles ached pleasantly from the sheer force she’d used to strike him with. Her grin became manic as he cried out, lips curling back far enough to reveal teeth; however, it just wasn’t enough. That fist unfurled itself and soon became a death-like grip. She wondered, just how hard would she need to squeeze to crush his precious jewels?
❝ You know, sir, He still doesn’t look all that remorseful to me.
Maybe he needs to be punished more? ❞
She practically had to shout those words over the poor man’s screaming in order for Jack to hear her, but it was worth it. Every time she felt hands trying to push her away or loosen her hold, her grip would only tighten as a voiceless warning. It took a lot of effort to tear her gaze from that agonized expression and look back towards the bigwig still seated in his chair. Her visage became frenetic as she asked silent permission to crush the prick’s dick in her hand. It would save them all a lot of trouble, right? It would be a shame to let such garbage reproduce. Surely his spawn would be nothing but vile waste.
A frenzied fire raged like a wild beast against it’s shackles within his lungs. The narrowed glare sent his misfortunate hired help into a cold shiver, like the final stage of an infectious disease. It was almost amusing to watch a grown man nearly piss himself in fear due to the pure anticipation of what could come. Surely the coward heard rumors of what sort of punishments were given for misobeying orders commanded from Pandora’s Hero; from sick tortures, and for those who got off easy, a swift bullet to the forehead. Tales like these were often called ‘horror stories’ or ‘messages of caution’, but that just sounded too medieval. Jack preferred the term karmatic justice. The desire to chase after and indulge in this justice was enough to push back his wish to feel vocal cords cracking between his fingertips as the vibrations pleaded him to cease. He paid for the coward to be of some use to him and he’d be damned if he allowed such a waste in company profits.
The spell of a soul-piercing stare was only broken once he could hear the echo of heels entering his office — It allowed the interim smothering of kindled flames. Jack would welcome his favored assistant with a sweetly spoken petname and a command that squandered no time in execution. The prompt Chesire-esque grin was enough of a sign that she understood the message. She advanced upon her quivering prey, meanwhile the employer’s own lips twisted into an indication of mirth as he watched her fist make impact. Giving a practiced wince as the coward retaliated with cries of agony, a minimal chuckle was expelled from his chest.
“Oo, that must be painful. Good thing you high-tailed it outta there when the bandits were around, hm? You could have gotten a quick, one-shot death. Heh, PAINLESS! Instead, you get to live through the most horrifying suffering of your miserable existence!” Arms would cross over his torso as his vision slit upon his employee. "You would’ve missed out on this kind woman giving you some well deserved attention! Why don’t you thank her for her time?” Silence loomed over assistant and superior as the panting mutt made no sign of gratitude. Each individual in the trio were well aware of the pending affliction this would cause. Upon the outward notice by his assistant, Jack gave an approving raise of the chin.
“Y’know, I think you’re right. He isn’t the least bit apologetic to me or grateful to you, is he? You should do something about that, kitten.” Permission recognized, the employer leaned against the surface of his desk as his legs crossed comfortably.
