The ripping of canvas and snapping of wood rang in your ears as echoes of your latest mistake under his care. Wrists and ankles sore from tarnished memories, painted in their own shades of blue and purple bruises — aching as you ran from his studio, threatening to topple up the stairs. His echoes shook the walls and you did not dare look back as each curse of anger chilled the blood in you veins — the world tossed like a dime. A loud yelp rang as you hit the stairs with a thud, the firm grip on your ankle tugging you back as the room spun.

"You-" he seethed and your heart pounded. "do not run from me-"

A whimper left you reeling as you were flipped, left to cower on the stairs as he leaned down, kneeling down to trap you in place, chin grasped and tilted up. His eyes were hard and vindictive, breathing uneven and stiff. "You do not disobey my order. Are you looking to test me-? Have you any idea how many pieces you have destroyed?" He hissed — and even if you were to tear your eyes away, you would only find the torment of your painted gazes on each wall, staring back at you in mockery.

There was no peace in this cruel home. Not even from your reflection.

"You will make it up to me-"

"I can't do this anymore—" you argue.

"So you destroy my work?" He hissed, "You destroy your own beauty? My dear inspiration- I would paint you on the very walls if I could- I will in due time." His hand cups your face as he leans closer, your head turning away as he softened those harsh edges. His hand runs over your cheek, embracing each cherished line, flush, and imperfection. The male sighs, his eyes tracing over you. "However, on another thought..." he trails and you shiver. "this soft skin of yours would make a fine canvas- delicate and just waiting to find my touch...my brush~"

His eyes glimmer with an idea, lips tugging upward. You push back, eyes wide as you try to still your dizziness. "Bako- I can't stand looking at myself everywhere I go-"

"Oh my darling~ I believe I know just how you can make it up to me."