Boss in the Box

“I… I don’t… I’m sorry, Boss,” she whimpered as she felt herself starting to move backwards. There was a bad feeling starting to crawl up her spine– and what made things worse was the inability to know where she was going. “I’m sorry.”

“Should know better. Pervert, just like the rest.”

She lashed out with her scissors, open blade slashing at Corey’s throat.

"Boss... there's, a request I need to make of you, if you don't mind." While in one of their meetings- between words with her employer found herself listening intently for breathing, speaking, anything that would give way position to the mysterious voice that instructed her. After moments she made her move and puckered her mouth for a kiss- planting it on her employer's... teeth? She was surprised- no doubt- but she still attempted to play it off as an accident-- not wanting to anger Junior.

“…What was that?”

“I… I don’t… I’m sorry, Boss,” she whimpered as she felt herself starting to move backwards. There was a bad feeling starting to crawl up her spine– and what made things worse was the inability to know where she was going. “I’m sorry.”

#reignofaffliction #blood #gore #welp

“Do not like to be touched. By anyone,” she growled. Brandishing her trademark scissors, she sprung at Corey. The blades sunk deep into the other woman’s flesh.

"Boss... there's, a request I need to make of you, if you don't mind." While in one of their meetings- between words with her employer found herself listening intently for breathing, speaking, anything that would give way position to the mysterious voice that instructed her. After moments she made her move and puckered her mouth for a kiss- planting it on her employer's... teeth? She was surprised- no doubt- but she still attempted to play it off as an accident-- not wanting to anger Junior.

“…What was that?”

#reignofaffliction #Corey is going to die

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“Yes.”

marginxofxerror

“I am in no mood for this, Alexa.”

“Too bad.”

#marginxofxerror #idek

Boss

The basement smelled of cleaning supplies and rust, along with the acrid smell of what could very well be body odor. Something about it suggested that not everyone who entered managed to leave.

“Have no use for violins.” She didn’t know much about the woman’s father, but she did know that music was in her blood. The instrument would be safe for now, but it would be something to note for future reference.

Something must have jogged the woman’s memory, because she seemed genuinely surprised. “Yes.”

Sometimes no matter how much you washed away blood, bile, and excrement it would still remain in one form or the other. Her nose shriveled as she shook her head only slightly- trying to get the sickening combinations out of her nostrils. She half wished it were to knock more memories out of her- that it would shake something loose so that she could

“Understood, I just… never mind,” she bit her lip and instantly started regretting her decision to enter the basement. Started realizing just why her body had reacted the way it did- this was something before they’d locked her up, this was something she used to do. “I- I’m sorry I don’t… I don’t remember.” She tried to draw back to her feet not knowing what else to do.

“Had a job.” Junior continued. “Remember if it was done?”

Of course she didn’t, and of course Junior knew the answer to her own question. Before Corey dropped off the face of the planet, the order had been sent out, and the shipment had arrived as planned, but Corey herself had been nowhere to be found. The question was, where had she gone?

marginxofxerror

@willneednewcrate

“Is that supposed to scare me, child?”

“Yes.”

#marginxofxerror

willneednewcrate

The note was simple. Put on the blindfold before approaching the crate. It was a simple request, but many a man had died after refusing to follow it. It made her feel secure when doing these deals, as well as giving her a position of power over them. After all, Junior could see them just fine.

She peered out through the smallest crack in the lid, waiting to see what the young woman would do.

She felt a tingling feeling snaking through her spine and felt every last hair on her body stand on end. It was her common sense trying to reason with her, she was certain– trying to tell her to turn around before something happened to her. Coincidentally that was a voice that she paid little to no attention to on most days- much to the dismay of those close to her. She didn’t like the thought that something could happen to her instrument, however.

“Alright, but… don’t touch my bag. It’s my violin- unless you know how to use it… it… my father gave it to me,” She wasn’t sure what to say about it, but it would destroy her if anything happened to it. She set her bag down and slid it safely out of the way of careless footsteps then reached for the blindfold tying it tight before taking a few uneasy steps forward. It was then that the smell seemed to hit her more- encasing her mind as bits and fractions of conversations hissed into her head one side hers and the other… the man from earlier.

Of course… … I… … we can… … I… FAILU… … … YO… … … UNDE… … When… … fail… b… … trust me…

“Boss?” The name escaped her as she stumbled forward, losing her footing and falling to her knees.

The basement smelled of cleaning supplies and rust, along with the acrid smell of what could very well be body odor. Something about it suggested that not everyone who entered managed to leave.

“Have no use for violins.” She didn’t know much about the woman’s father, but she did know that music was in her blood. The instrument would be safe for now, but it would be something to note for future reference.

Something must have jogged the woman’s memory, because she seemed genuinely surprised. “Yes.”

@willneednewcrate

It was all so familiar to her- the set up and the whole situation, she’d received a call and found herself all the more confused. The man on the line told her to be at a certain place, at a certain time- here and now- and hadn’t left her much as far as information otherwise. Her bomb was deactivated, her commlink to Waller was disabled– they trusted her because her service was a choice. But this was also the perfect time to delve into, well, whatever this was.

Why live life if it wasn’t to the fullest?

She found herself in a basement– it seemed so barren and cold, so wrong. Familiar scents tugging at her nostrils as she looked around. “Hello?” Her voice was meek feeling rather uneasy– she had her blade in her jacket and her violin on her back; you could never be too safe. A few more steps in and she noticed a note- aside from the note the only thing that stood out was a wooden crate that she barely paid mind to as she knelt down to examine the paper.

The note was simple. Put on the blindfold before approaching the crate. It was a simple request, but many a man had died after refusing to follow it. It made her feel secure when doing these deals, as well as giving her a position of power over them. After all, Junior could see them just fine.

She peered out through the smallest crack in the lid, waiting to see what the young woman would do.

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#I NEED IT #outofcrate

mycompoundwilltakeyouplaces

"Just take a deep breath."

Junior did, filling her lungs with enough air to tell him exactly what she thought of him. It took much more effort than it should have, seeing as she was still crammed into her crate.

Well, that had been easier than he expected. He released the gas, retreating to the rickety chair in the corner of the room to see what exactly came out of the box he had been speaking with. “Very good…. Now let’s see what we’re dealing with, shall we?”