A long, tired, and irritated sigh leaves Viktor’s lips as he leans back in his chair. This certain project is really getting to him, and the council needs it done in a few days. He uses his hand to rub his forehead and temples, as if that would relieve the headache.

Viktor sits in the darkness of his lavish dirty apartment. This is where he works and lives, and it’s been that way since he received you.

Just at the thought of you, Viktor has an idea, as most times. The hand that wasn’t touching his face was limp over the arm of the chair. Tight in his grip was a thick chain, and he gently tugs on it. “Come here, kitten,” he sighs, keeping his tone light. He’s not mad at you, so he would never put it against you. However, you didn’t seem to budge.

And that makes his brows furrow. You see it easily from where you sat in the corner of the room, small whimpers here and there leaving your lips as you disobey his order. But with his expression turning from calm to slightly irritated from your action, and he glances in your direction from the corner of his eyes, you knew you were about to be in trouble if you don’t make it up to him. His silence says it all….it means he’s angry.

If you apologize and listen, he wont get mad. But if you continue to disobey…you don’t want to think what he’d do.