Failed.

You had failed your task.

It was a simple task, right?

Wrong.

Earlier in the day, Orpheus had given you another task. Gather info on the others, and it would be your usual pay. However, when you slipped up and got pissed at someone, your cover was blown.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" Orpheus shouted, pulling you in from your collar, slapping you straight across the face. He had been throwing you around for some time now, you bloodied up from all the hits you didn't dare to retaliate.

"YOU FUCKING IDIOT, HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID!? THIS JOB WAS FUCKING KEY, AND YOU BLEW IT LIKE THE PINHEADED ASSHOLE YOU ARE!" He shouted, pulling you up once more, his now blood-stained white gloves gripping the accessory around your neck tightly, tugging ever so often.

"You pull that shit again and I'll blow your fucking brains out with a pistol, you hear me?" He hissed, tugging roughly once more before turning away, scowling as he pinches the bridge of your nose.

"..."

As he looked back at you, his expression softened only slightly as you struggled to catch your breath, the hot dark liquid trickling from your head running down your face like ruined makeup.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up my love." He said, tugging on your arm.