Punishment

Like an obedient dog, he followed her message on the dot. He didn't want to think of what would happen if he didn't, not when he had already ran out on her more than once. Each time was more painful than the last, psychologically especially.

The moment he saw the letter in her hand, Félix's heart sank to the pit of his stomach. His throat tightened and, had he any pigment, his skin would have paled. How did she even find it? He thought he had hidden it well away.

"It's not like that at all, Konishi," Félix argued feebly.

Though it really was, even just by the look of the letter. The fact he kept it, and hid it, told her more than enough about the person behind that letter. Even if there was no mention of actual unfaithfulness, the circumstantial evidence was titanic.

“I was just helping her. She was a little too grateful, sure, but it was just help,” he pleaded.

“I'm sorry,” Félix let the words tumble out of his mouth as smoothly as though they were practised. He squeezed his eyes shut when she touched him, deathly afraid her nails would dig into his skin any moment. As gentle as it was, Félix thought his heart stopped the whole time. “I'm sorry,” he repeated.

But he would never get out of it so easily. Félix looked at Konishi, that sickening smile shivering his spine. The moment her nails hovered around his pants, Félix actively held his breath. He didn't dare move a muscle.

And all the same, the words she used... the way she spoke of Agnés, the way she tore up her letter enraged him. He was desperate to defy her, somehow. He couldn't strike her though. He didn't know what he could do until she asked him a simple question.

“It's -” Félix was shaking. He looked down at the glorified knives hovering by his crotch. “I didn't sleep with her.” Either way, Konishi wasn't going to believe it. He tried again, anything to get her to reconsider harming him. “Besides, I'm not telling,” Félix gulped. His eyes were focused away from her, “I'm not as weak as you think.”

His bravado evaporated disturbingly quickly, the moment Konishi planted her foot against his crotch. Félix keeled over, and just as quick as reflexes Konish pushed him down and stepped on top of him. Unable to nurse his pain, Félix whimpered while he tried to calm himself.

Too scared to move as the nails tore through his shirt, Félix seemed like he had given up resisting at all. Konishi was far too deadly. The feel of her nails against his skin was more like spiders crawling along your body than any laughably ticklish sensation. He didn't even dare speak, despite her hateful words.

She scratched him. It didn't hurt as much as he thought it would, but he could see the mark she was leaving on his body. He looked up at her, panicking and in pain, before a black tendril erupted from his chest and attempted to push Konishi away from him. He couldn't bear not to defend himself anymore.

“You're a monster!” Félix exclaimed, “I-... I hate you!”

Félix screamed in agony the moment her nails swept through his tentacle. Though it was an unnatural part of his body, he could feel its pain as much as it was a third arm. To have it cut cleanly apart was more than he could bear, and Félix's energy collapsed. Félix himself sobbed, gritting his teeth hard enough to grind his teeth.

He couldn't move. He could feel the pressure against his pants, and by his neck. If he did move, he'd probably die. Still, Félix hyperventilated. His chest rose up and down uncontrollably, and tears stung his eyes as his head laid flat against the floor.

“No... no...” Félix sobbed. Not Nerina too. He couldn't take it. He just wanted to die. Please, just kill him.

And, to cut into Konishi's silence and Félix's tears, Félix felt his phone vibrate. It played a shrill chime, indicating a text message. Konishi acted quickly, reaching into his pocket before Félix even dared move. It was pointless to resist, he knew that much.

She'd find what she was looking for. Agnés had texted him, asking about their meeting for parfait that night. And of course, where they were to meet.

“Leave her alone... please. Please. Please I'll do anything.” Félix whimpered.

Angés was sitting alone on a bench in the middle of the down town core. Felix had said they could get that parfait he promised her a couple of days ago tonight. Her gaze darted around doing her best not to focus on any one person too long, lest she hear the dark whispers of their heart. In her atempt to keep her mind calm she thought yet again about what she was wearing.

Her hair had been neatly tucked back with barrettes, one of which had been a gift from her mother when she left, it was made of silver and had emeralds running down its length, with a second matching one that was not quite so bold, only having a single emerald at it's peak, she had always been told they were a perfect match for her eyes, while her lips currently matched her crimson hair.

Agnés was wearing a new dress that hopefully Félix would like it. It was truth be told a rather simple affair. The back of it was incredibly low cut, she wasn't sure if she'd ever worn something that went that far down, coming together just above the small of her back. The front had a V cut into it that thankfully didn't cut too far down, exposing what little she had.

Her nails had been painted the same shade green to match her eyes and the emeralds in her hair, though almost as soon as she had placed the brush to her nails had she been wondering if she should have gone with the more traditional red. The heels she was wearing were something of a rarity for her, more often than not she always choose to wear flats but today it was a pair of ten centimetre heels, nothing like what some of the other girls would wear but she had to start somewhere.

She pulled out her phone from the clutch she had brought with her, wondering if she had gotten the time wrong, maybe she was just a little too early. Quickly she typed up a message in hopes that he would appear the moment she had sent it.

You said we could have that parfait today right? I'm currently at that big fountain by Wynne Boulevard.
Hope to see you soon.
♥♥♥Agnés

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With the message sent off all she could do was wait and hope he would show up soon. She really wanted to see him, but there were so many people here, and their collective fears and sorrows were already wearing on her.

After a moment she heard the chime telling her she had a new text message. When she saw the message, a simple word, 'help', she found herself concerned when the image finally loaded she could feel the entire supply of blood in her body simply drain from her. It was Félix, and someone was either playing a monstrous joke or a monster had Félix in his claws. She could see the sign in the back ground, but had no idea where that was.

Agnés found herself running, towards the yellow of a taxi cab. She crashed into the back of it, and blurted out the name of the building she had seen in the photo. She had to calm down, as she sat in the back of the cab there was nothing that she could do.

Forty-seven minutes later she stepped out of the cab, under the sign she had seen in the photo. Frantically looking for where that photo could have been taken from. It took her another five minutes to find a building that had its chain lock on the ground and half open. She had her heels in her hands now, it hurt less to walk barefoot even with the broken glass that seemed strewn around the entire neighbourhood.

When she was finally through the door Agnés was greeted with the sight of Konishi sitting on what seemed to be the broken body of Félix. She instinctively backed up, her back coming in contact with the door she had just come through, her mouth agape in horror, barely able to speak, who was this, and why had she hurt Agnés' Félix.