Guilty x Creatures Ch. 36

"Do they know that you're working with Renegade?" asked Anton.

"No." repeated Mica.

"Mica, how old are you exactly?" asked Anton.

"...What?" asked Mica after a short pause "Why?"

"Because I can tell you're young, but I want to know how old you really are." chuckled Anton.

"Yeah, like I'm really gonna tell you anything else about me!" snapped Mica as she raised her head enough to lock eyes with him "You can fuck off!"

"Hm... I want to know if you still live at home, Mica." said Anton as he smiled back at her "Because I am going to call your parents. And when I do, I'd like to know beforehand whether or not they're actually going to come and pick you up. Or if you're going to be left out on you're own?"

Mica stared at him for a moment before grimacing and dropping her head back down with a sigh.

"...They, will, yeah." she mumbled "They'll come, and get me..."

"Ah, I see. So then you're young enough that you do still live with them?" asked Anton.

"Argh! Fucking A! Yes! I do! Okay! And I'm 18! Okay! You happy now!?" snarled Mica "Do you know everything you need to know about me yet!?"

"Hm, 18..." nodded Anton "More adult than not, I suppose... Especially for a cubi."

"What do you mean you guess!? I'm an adult!" snapped Mica "18 is an adult! You jackass!"

"Right. Sure it is." chuckled Anton "It's also still young enough for you to be grounded though... Isn't it?"

Mica's pupils began to dilate in fury as she narrowed her eyes.

"...Mica, are you going to be in trouble when you're parents get here?" asked Anton as his smile became mocking "You did just try to murder somebody without their permission after all. So I'm guessing that your Mommy and Daddy are probably going to be pretty upset at you for that....Do you think they'll ground you? Or maybe they'll do something like take away your phone privileges?"

"...Shut, the fuck! Up!" hissed Mica.

"...Hm, I'm going to go ahead and take that as a "yes" then." chuckled Anton.

Snarling in frustration, Mica dropped her head again and began to mumble incomprehensibly.

"...What was that?" asked Anton as he tilted his head to the side.

"I said!" snapped Mica "You won't be laughing anymore when my parents get here and see what your shit-colored bitches did to me!"

"What did you just call us!" exclaimed Fiona as she and Kianna both immediately flared their auras.

"...Is that right." mumbled Anton as he began to rub his chin in thought "Interesting... Girls!"

The dark elves both froze from where they had been advancing on the glaring kiochi and turned to Anton in unison.

"I think we should go ahead and get Mica here cleaned up a bit before we call her parents." said Anton with a grin "Could you two go upstairs and bring back a bowl to collect the, "decorations" in, and also a towel in case there's any bleeding. Please....And preferably a red towel by the way."

"...Sure. Of course. Master. We'll be right back." mumbled Kianna as she and Fiona both gave Mica another glare before making their way out of the dungeon.

"Thank you girls!" called Anton as he chuckled to the sounds of them grumbling to each other.

Mica's eyes stayed locked to the dark elves as she watched them leave. Once they were out of sight she turned her glare back to Anton.

"...So then. Tell me. Are your parents really more than they seem?" asked Anton.

Mica's eyes tightened as she stared right at him and said nothing.

"...Mm, I see." nodded Anton as he read into her silence "That, is disappointing..."

"Excuse me!?" Mica exclaimed as she blinked at him "Disa- Who the fuck do you think you are!? Listen you shithead! Watch your tone! You might have beaten me but don't think that means a damn thing! My parents are the real deal and it's not going to go the same way for you again! Not with them!"

"Right, the real deal..." nodded Anton "Again, that is very disappointing..."

"You motherfucker!" growled Mica "Who do you think-!"

"Like I said before, I've known your parents for years now." interrupted Anton "And I always found it endearing that despite the stigma that they faced for simply being what they are. They stayed dignified, and seemed to be doing everything they could to rise above the stereotype and live as peaceful, professional, upstanding citizens. I respected this about them. I truly did. And now that I'm hearing that may not be the whole truth... I can't help but to feel a bit disappointed... I'm honestly hoping that you're lying to me about this. I truly am..."

"Listen you ass! I-!" started Mica as she leaned forward and suddenly gasped in pain from the movement of her breasts.

"...Hm. You know. I honestly tried to make things easier for you. I really did." grinned Anton as he shook his head "Didn't quite work though..."

"Huh!?" snapped Mica "What are you talking about!?"

"I'm talking about this whole... decorating, torture, thing. That the girls have going on with you." explained Anton "I wasn't joking when I said I could tell that you were younger. And with that being the case, I thought I'd try and make things a little easier for you by giving the dark elves a few rules. Unfortunately for you though, that didn't work out. As they turned out to be quite a bit more creative than I thought they would be."

"Yeah! That did not work out!" snapped Mica "That did not work out at all!"

"No, it didn't..." mumbled Anton "Still, things could have been a lot worse for you."

"I don't see how!?" argued Mica as she carefully shifted her shoulders back and forth.

"Well, considering how Kianna wants to chop you up into little pieces. And Fiona wants to fold you in half and hogtie you with your own tail." said Anton as he grinned mockingly "I'd say you still got off pretty easy."

"Yeah! No! I didn't!" grumbled Mica as she looked down at her abused bust and went still for a moment "...Listen....Can you not, call my parents?"

"Excuse me?" asked Anton as he cocked an eyebrow in question.

"Can you not call them." repeated Mica "Please. Can't we just, forget this? Or make a deal? Or something? I've got some money. It's not a lot, but I'll give you whatever you want."

"You don't have anything I want, Mica." said Anton as he shook his head "Especially not anything I want more than to tell your parents about this little fiasco. Truth be told, I honestly can't wait to see the look on your parents faces when they come to pick you up, as I'm assuming they're going to be pretty furious with you."

Mica sighed in frustration and went to speak again but stopped short as the dark elves reentered the dungeon and made their way down to her and Anton.

"Request complete!" said Fiona as she waved a small red-colored hand towel at Mica.

"Would you like to remove the needles, Master?" asked Kianna as she came up next to Anton "Or should we do it?"

"Oh no, you two can clean up your own mess." laughed Anton "I would watch your fingers though, as she technically does have permission to bite you."

"Oh! Please, Mica! Please try it!" exclaimed Fiona.

Mica glared angrily as she looked back and forth at the two dark elves standing in front of her. Sighing through her nose she leaned her head back against the metal chair and closed her eyes.

"...Wait, seriously? Are you really going to behave yourself!?" cried Fiona as she poked at Mica's cheek "C'mon! You were the one who wanted this. Let's at least see some effort here!"

Clenching her teeth, Mica grimaced but remained silent and still.

"...Fine! Whatever! Be that way then!" mumbled Fiona as she reached down and plucked a needle out of Mica's breast "You're no fun anymore!"

Although Mica flinched and hissed through her teeth as each of the needles were removed, she stood strong in her resolve and refused to open her eyes or give in to the dark elves quiet taunting.

Surprisingly, there was actually very little blood flow, as each of the puncture wounds left by the needle-points were so tiny that they didn't cause much in the way of bleeding. What little there was would quickly stop on its own as the blood was wiped away with the towel.

"Feeling better now?" asked Anton as the last of the needles had been removed.

"...No!" mumbled Mica as she blinked open her eyes and hunched in on herself "...I'm still sore!"

"Hm. Not surprising." nodded Anton as he leaned to the side and reached into his pocket "Kianna, here, can you take this, please."

Pointing her ears straight upwards in intrigue, Kianna turned to him and took the small sealed bottle he held out to her.

"What is this?" she asked as she examined the green liquid within the bottle.

"It's a healing potion that will work on an Infernal." explained Anton "It isn't holy in any way, so it'll heal Mica instead of burning her."

"Oh, really. Well isn't that lucky..." mumbled Kianna as she turned to Mica and pointed her ears straight back "Hopefully it won't be too bitter for her!"

Mica's pupils constricted down to thin slits as she narrowed her eyes at the dark elf.

"It would be if she drank it." chuckled Anton "But since we don't want her to spit it out everywhere, you can just go ahead and dump it on her head instead."

"...Uh, okay!" smiled Kianna as she twisted the wax seal off the potion.

"Wait, what!? No! Stop!" cried Mica as Kianna immediately dumped the green, slime-like substance on her head.

Cringing away from Kianna, Mica hunched herself down into her shoulders and began to shiver as the potion was spilled out over her head. Within seconds the slimy mass was gone as it had instantly soaked down into her hair and skin before being absorbed into her body.

"Whoa... Cool!" exclaimed Fiona as she and Kianna watched the green substance rapidly disappear.

Letting out an exasperated breath, Mica shook her head before tentatively shifting her shoulders back and forth as she looked down at her breasts.

"Do they feel better now?" asked Anton "Good as new even?"

Mica glared up at him as she silently nodded.

"Good. Well then I-" started Anton before stopping short as Mica began to struggle wildly in her binds.

No longer hindered by the potential pain in her breasts, the snarling kiochi twisted and thrashed about as much as possible in her desperate attempt to wiggle free from the remaining straps. After nearly a solid minute of this she collapsed back into her seat and began to take in one exhausted breath after another.

"...Well that was pointless." mocked Fiona as she planted her balled fists on her hips "Congrats on another failure, you stupid ninja-bitch. Gods alive, Mica. You really are a fucking loser!"

"Shut up!" roared Mica as she strained against her binds in anger "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

The dark elves both began to laugh openly as Mica's anger grew into a blind rage.

"Shut up! All of you! Stop laughing at me!" cried Mica as she rattled her legs against the frame of the metal chair "I'm not a loser! I'm not a failure! I'm not! I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!"

Anton shook his head slowly as the dark elves continued with their snickering.

"And another thing!" snapped Mica as she locked eyes with Anton and began to speak through her clenched teeth "My tail is not ugly! Okay! It's not!"

Despite making an attempt to maintain himself, Anton couldn't help but to throw his head back and laugh as he took in the serious expression on Mica's face.

"Mica! You...! You are such a treat!" he exclaimed as he dropped his head into his hand and began to rub his eyes "Oh, this has been such a fun day!"

"Shut up!" screamed Mica before going back to the futile effort of struggling against her bindings "No it hasn't!...I'm, gonna, get, out! And kill you all!"

"No, you're not, Mica." chuckled Anton as he reached out and flicked her on the forehead between her horns "Now settle down before you hurt yourself."

"Ow!" exclaimed Mica as she threw her head to the side in an effort to get away from his hand.

Seething with rage, the trembling kiochi slowly turned back to him and glared for a moment before sighing in frustration. Succumbing to her fatigue, Mica's eyes became strained and her shoulders slumped as she hung her head.

"...I hate this." she grumbled softly "...Can I just go home now?"

"Yes, you can." smiled Anton as he shifted to his side again and reached into his pocket "As fun as this night has been, I'd say it's about time to wrap things up."

"...Wait. Hold on a sec." said Fiona as she and Kianna looked at each other "You're not really gonna just let her go, are you!?"

Anton slowed his movements as his expression became stoic.

"She tried to kill you!" said Kianna as she pointed her ears straight back and glared at the kiochi "She deserves to pay for that!"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say she hasn't paid." reasoned Anton as he settled back into his seat "She has just been tortured after all."

"Not enough though. Not even close!" exclaimed Kianna as her irises began to glow "You should make her suffer for what she did!"

"Now, now, Kianna. It may be true that she did try to kill me." stated Anton "But her parents are good friends. And despite Mica's transgressions, I'm not going to continue to be cruel to their daughter."

"Well, we could do it for you." offered Fiona "You did say you wanted to see us get control of her, right?"

"...Yes, I did." said Anton as his demeanor became thoughtful.

The entire dungeon seemed to become darker and full of quivering shadows as the two dark elves flared their auras and smiled viciously.

Mica instinctively pressed herself against the back of the metal chair as she cringed away from the heavy dread that now surrounded her.

"We could still do it. It's what we are after all, we just need someone to practice on, and she's perfect for that! Think about it! She's already trapped here!" Fiona exclaimed excitedly as her eyes began to glow in the shadow that now covered her face "And no one even knows she's here! We could do whatever we want with her, and no one will ever know!"

Mica's breath got caught in her throat as she gawked at the dark elf.

"Please, Master, please let us keep punishing her for you. We promise we won't kill her..." whispered Kianna as she smiled at Mica "We're just wanna make her scream, and beg for mercy..."

"Right, we won't kill her. We promise! So you can still just let her go later. And if we don't kill her, then it doesn't matter what we do, because you can always just heal her again!" reasoned Fiona "We could seriously do whatever we want!...We could, we could bend her! And stretch her out, twist her up, and squeeze her so tight!"

"Oh. We could do worse than that..." added Kianna "We could whip her, decorate her again and even burn her like the bacon... Or, even better. You could show us how to burn her with our auras."

"Oh, yes! She won't even be able to pass out from that! No escape!" hissed Fiona "We gotta hang her upside down first though. So she doesn't kill herself... Oh! We can even use her tail for that!"

"W-wait, what!? What the f-fuck!" cried Mica as her face took on a look that was a mix of terror and disgust "W-what are they talking about!?"

Anton stayed silent as he glanced from one smiling dark elf to the other and then stared at the clearly nervous looking shinoccubus for several moments.

"...Well. You girls can certainly make a convincing argument. But I'm sorry, the answer is still no. Like I said before, she's the daughter of friends, and it just wouldn't feel right to do any of that to her..." he said as he closed his eyes and shook his head "Don't be too upset though. I doubt Mica will be the last assassin that we'll have to deal with. Sooner or later another one is bound to pop up. And when it does, you girls will have something new to play with. Until then though, we'll just have to be patient, and continue to prepare ourselves as we wait."

Fiona and Kianna both groaned in frustration as they folded their arms over their chests and pouted.

Mica let out a long breath as her face became relieved, her eyes quickly darted back and forth as she looked from Anton to the two disappointed looking dark elves and back.

"This is crazy. You people are all fucked up! And like, evil, or some shit!" she accused as she pulled against the jacket that held her arms bound.

"Well that's quite a rich judgment considering it's coming from a contract killer..." mocked Anton "And on that note. A word of advice for you, Mica. You should really look into a different line of work. I don't think you have much in the way of talent for assassinations."

Mica stared at him for a moment before looking down at the floor in front of herself.

"Can I just go home now?" she mumbled as she continued to stare at the floor "Please!"

"Yes. I do think it's time for you to go." said Anton as he again shifted to his side so as to finally pull his phone out of his pocket "We really do need to get you out of here. Before the girls actually change my mind..."