You were the total opposite from him. He was cruel. He was a masochist. And yet you still married him. Diavolo associates you as a monster as well, just like your husband. After all, why would you marry someone who enjoys seeing others in pain and suffering? When you were the most sweetest and compassionate person there was? There are mysterious theories as to why Ciocolatta accepted your proposal as well.

Perhaps he simply wed you to inflict hurt on you as well, maybe he did it to have someone baby sit Secco, or forced you into the marriage. And the most unbelievable theory of all: he loved you. But that’s impossible right? His touch had outright malice and disgust, there’s no possible way he could truly have genuine, caring feelings for another. Don’t think you’re spared as his wife either. In his mind, he owns you, and he has every right to do whatever he would like to do. Small and deep cuts against your soft skin, his fingers pinching and bruising your body. Yet nothing ever too harsh that would become fatal. Never. His grin only grows when he hears you whimper and sees your tears fall down your face. Not to mention he records his work as well, storing it in a special cabinet he has labeled, Karla.

That was how life was for the two of you, plus Secco. It might not have been normal to others, but it was normal for the two of you. Yet lately, Ciocolatta has been wanting something more. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but you bumped into him and caused him to bump into the corner of his operating table roughly, that’s when he figured it out. He needed you to inflict pain on him the way he did with you.

Oh, he would try any way to convince you, and if you still refuse, brute force will be placed. You looked at him with no surprise, yet a bit of disbelief in your face as he grinned down at you evilly, his stare wanting and malicious as he took a step closer, hands behind his back. He had prepared for this and sent Secco to retrieve more batteries for his camera. He hummed mockingly, tilting his head,

“Oh, vita mia don’t look so confused..” He said, towering over you as his green eyes stared into yours innocently, as if what he was asking wasn’t a big deal. Asking, pft. More like demanding. “I simply want what I’ve been giving you..utter, torturous pain..”