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· A (Affection) — Attachment: How do they express their love? How intense is it?

At first, these are elegant gifts that, believe me, were chosen for more than just a day or two. He made sure that the item matched your tastes, was useful, and was comfortable. Unless, of course, you liked trinkets that might gather dust on shelves but please the eye with each new day (that's exactly what Sigma hoped for when he gave you a figurine of a beautiful Italian girl, hand-painted by a master).

If he's honest, out of the fear of losing you — the only person who doesn't try to forcibly persuade him or use him — you might receive a bouquet of flowers one week... for every day of the week. And don't worry, he took care in choosing exactly the kind that couldn't possibly cause an allergic reaction.

Or once every two weeks, he gives you a beautiful antique item.

He doesn't know how to appease you, as if you were a deity, so that you definitely won't leave him.

Later, when you became softer towards him (and you weren't cruel to begin with, by the way), he started arranging meetings. He's too shy to call them dates...

And more and more, as long as you allow him, he will court you, at first like in romance novels, and then, having understood your tastes, he will continue to be a devoted gentleman for his lady, who already knows more about her... even more than she knows herself.

But if you say "stop," he will stop. In shock and a slight daze, like a cat caught in a trap, but he will listen to your words and try to ensure they change the situation for the better. Whichever he deems to be the better side.

· B (Blood) — Blood: How far are they willing to go when it comes to their "beloved"?

Far, but not to a criminal extent.

Being a member of such a dangerous and secret organization, he has already seen and heard plenty of killings. Even considering that they tried not to drag him too deep into such dark deeds, he still understood that his hands, albeit indirectly, are stained with blood.

Therefore, if some suitor appears, deciding that you are the one, he will simply be denied entry to the casino, and debts will suddenly surface at his banks.

If any danger threatens (why would anyone threaten such a sweet lady?.. Ah, right... There are many enemies, and they immediately see who has feelings...), then with hidden joy and open fear, he will provide you with refuge in the casino. The fear — he understands it's because of him. He is gnawed by a fear that constricts his chest and hands, the fear that you might get hurt because of him... But the joy. The joy that you are even closer to him. You can become even more sympathetic toward him. And he will drown in you even deeper.

· C (Cruelty) — Cruelty: How would they treat their "beloved" if they kidnapped them? Would they torment them?

It should be said that the kidnapping happened almost half a year after your first meeting. He is patient! And still a little cowardly... For a month, he was tormented by thoughts of whether you loved him back. And after such a long discussion with himself, the following months were spent on establishing warmer contact with you, getting to know you even better, and, naturally, setting up your future room according to your preferences. It's almost like a separate apartment! It's comfortable, spacious! And right next to him... And the soundproofing is good, by the way. Yeah. Just saying. Very good...

Torment a kitty like you? The one for whom he bends over backwards like a lovesick puppy? He would never torment or humiliate you. You are too precious to him. Besides, he doesn't see you as an enemy who deserves misfortune. No, in his eyes, you are nothing less than a cat. But know this: the scenario where you become his wife torments the young man greatly at night. Especially once you're already in the new room, at the casino.

And if you are not too frightened on top of that (he will take care of it), then know, just between us, you will have more privileges than anyone else. Just be his. He begs you.

· D (Darling) — Beloved: Would they do something against their love interest's will?

Rather yes than no. But only in the name of your safety. He has already seen how greedy and vicious even a seemingly saintly person can be. Both the clients and... the higher-ups have proven this to him.

Just don't be too upset with him! He won't be able to decide the best way to calm you down and will try to restore your peace of mind with lulling and tenderness. Although, if you scream, thrash around, and throw things at him, he will patiently leave you alone, giving you a chance to calm down. At least, he considers this the safest option — that's what he read in a dozen books on female psychology...

He doesn't think one-dimensionally! He just simply has no experience in this, and he tries to extract the truth from open sources and filter the information.

· E (Exposed) — Vulnerability: How much do they open their heart? Do they show their vulnerability?

Sigma has many positive qualities; he is not stupid, but perhaps the desire to finally have a soulmate can cloud his common sense and give free rein to all his feelings.

Even if he didn't initially plan to show his vulnerability, during conversations with you, in the pleasantly spent time together, he relaxes and becomes susceptible to any information that pleases you.

What do you want to know about him?

Ask, darling.

Just not about the work that is done far from prying eyes. Please. Don't go there.

· F (Fight) — Fight: How would they feel if their "beloved" fought back?

An understanding of the fight and a desire to calm you down. He himself wouldn't be particularly happy if he found himself under someone's guardianship. But you are not under just anyone's, you are under his. In the best place, with the best person.

The young man will perfectly understand your desire to fight back, but very quietly, without much violence, he will try to quell that fervor in you so that you don't hurt yourself.

So please, put down that heavy bottle of perfume.

· G (Game) — Game: Is this a game to them? Do they enjoy watching escape attempts?

For him, this is definitely not a game. For him, this is life. The realest thing. And... a chance. A chance to become someone's needed, beloved, precious person without the fear of being stabbed in the back or by the warm hands of a formerly close person. He won't scheme against you, won't cause you moral harm, won't test your body's limits. He simply wants happiness for both of you. Calm and peaceful.

At least, he's trying to build it, given the circumstances.

· H (Hell) — Hell: What would be the most terrible experience their "beloved" would have with them?

The most terrible moment came when you tried to run away for the umpteenth time, contriving to find a loophole each time and brazenly using it.

You were caught again. And the most terrible thing for Sigma was not that you almost left the country, but that you almost boarded a plane that was later shown on the news as having crashed. Not a single survivor.

He had never pressed the button to call security so fast in his life. For two whole, agonizing minutes, he was ready to pray and believe in anything and anyone, as long as you were alive.

And you were alive. And on the other end, you could even be heard swearing and shouting in the car, desperately trying to knock something over to attack the guard.

You had no idea that a mere couple of minutes could have divided your life into "before" and "after." Alive and dead.

After this, you were forbidden from leaving your bedroom for two whole weeks. Sigma visited you almost every hour, checking on you and asking about your well-being. He treated you like a porcelain but tightly sealed figurine. With fear, but in a disciplined manner.

After this period, the young man finally allowed you to move around the building more freely, but you will never forget the screams with which you threw one of your heels at your kidnapper when he delicately but firmly grabbed your ankle and put a tracking bracelet on it. You felt humiliated and offended, but Sigma insisted on this accessory, and you could only glare at him angrily from your corner. An angry cat that had a harness put on it, while it was used to being free.

· I (Ideals) — Ideals: What future do they imagine with their "beloved"?

A peaceful time, occurring steadily once a month, when the young man shuts himself off from the whole world and fills his thoughts with airy plans. He would very much like you to become, for now at least, his girlfriend. Voluntarily.

So that of your own free will you would open your eyes, happy, in his embrace (at least on weekends, when you don't need to get up with the first rays of the sun in summer, and in winter even before the sun itself).

So far, that is the limit of his dreams.

· J (Jealousy) — Jealousy: Do they get jealous? How do they deal with jealousy — do they snap or bottle it up?

He gets jealous like a hummingbird. It seems like he isn't showing his jealousy, but it also seems like he's ready to take his beloved by the hand and lead her away from unsuitable company.

He won't be jealous without a reason. If you behave well, you will be able to move freely around the casino and communicate with the staff and guests (personally approved by him).

But, as is usually the case, if an overly self-confident man appears in your social circle, deciding he can talk to such a beauty, Sigma will calmly help you get back to your room.

I hope you won't try to contact this insolent man to run away? Otherwise, the client will receive a permanent ban from the gambling establishment, and another week with a bracelet on your leg awaits you.

But know this: he bottles it up more than he shows it. And if he does show it, he will never unleash it in the form of aggression against you. Only a dry punishment without any injuries.

· K (Kisses) — Kisses: How do they act around their "beloved"?

Sigma's behavior fully depends on the time period — when you first got acquainted, and later — more than acquainted.

At first, believe me, nothing will give away his growing attraction to you. Only coincidences, precise and presented with arrangement, like steps in a waltz.

But when the young man realizes that you have become more than just a client to him, consequently, his attitude towards you will be different. Radically different.

You will start receiving not only more compliments and attention from the manager himself, but also beautiful gifts, which I already wrote about earlier.

He tries to be neither too passive, so you don't mistake him for a spineless ladies' man, nor too pushy, so that next time, as always on a Friday evening, you'll come wearing the jewelry he recently gave you. He won't ask for more.

...

Until the thought enters his head that you are too fragile for this deceitful world.

· L (Love letters) — Love Letters: How would they court or try to get closer?

The courtship is the same as that of gentlemen from old movies, who turned the heads of girls of those times and now charm fans of retro.

To speak of your beauty, that something has changed about you today, to point out a detail that highlights your eyes. He is not devoid of imagination, even if it is rather meager, perhaps, but for the lady of his heart, he can compose any compliments pleasing to the ear. Even if it costs him three sleepless nights and even, oh, the impossible, asking Gogol for advice — solely because that man has a smooth tongue and can say more about anything than Sigma himself can.

He believes in the phrase "actions speak louder than words," so the staff treats you like a dear friend? Or did you notice that less ice was added to your drink, allowing for more liquid in the glass? Oh, just a coincidence. A pleasant coincidence.

Just like a star that fell from the sky, which you are to him. A miracle that cannot be missed.

· M (Mask) — Mask: How much does their true nature differ from how they act around others?

I don't think it differs that much. He's not a cardboard cutout; he has many facets of feeling in his soul. It's quite logical that he can be both serious and more affectionate.

When you are in a relationship with him, the second face of the composed manager is fully revealed to you — a loving boyfriend, trying to devote any free time from his duties solely to you.

· N (Naughty) — Punishment: How would they punish their "beloved"?

Fair punishments set by the rules. Tried to leave the room to escape? A reprimand and a lecture, so tedious that you'll be trying to interrupt his words with your vows of obedience rather than listening to the end.

Tried to escape past security, already almost running out the main doors?

Don't worry, that bracelet doesn't squeeze so tightly anymore, and it even now has a listening feature that Sigma warned you about. So he will hear all your indignation through the speaker.

Admit it, it's better to behave at least not like a criminal attempting to escape, right?

· O (Oppression) — Oppression: What rights would they deprive their "beloved" of?

It's such a shaky boundary that it's impossible to define it precisely.

On the one hand, you have strict prohibitions — do not leave the room, do not talk about escaping with strangers, do not try to kill him, and so on.

But on the other hand — if you are obedient and affectionate, you will instantly melt the manager's heart, and in an embrace, using all your feelings of love and charm, you can wheedle anything you want. A relaxation of vigilance, for example.

I hope you won't ask Sigma for permission to kill him? He loves you, of course, but he's not ready to leave you alone.

After all, the fear of leaving you alone in this dangerous world is exactly what drives his yandere instinct.

· P (Patience) — Patience: How patient are they with their "beloved"?

Boundlessly. Seriously. You would have to try very hard to unbalance such a person. He will never raise his voice or hand against you, and his patience can only snap if, as was said earlier, you put yourself in such danger that your life hangs by a thread.

Only then will he take all measures of strict protection and, with a nervously twitching eye, sit beside you, hugging and soothing. It's just unclear whom he's soothing more: you or himself.

· Q (Quit) — Quit: If their "beloved" died, left, or escaped, would they be able to live on?

In all scenarios, a categorical "no" stands along with the fact that fire cannot burn in water.

Did You leave?

Probably not far, just to look at something in the store, right? You should have warned him so he could assign you at least one guard or, if he had free time, go with you himself. Spending time together is always beneficial, isn't it?

Did you run away?

Darling, you won't get far on the hundredth time if the previous ninety-nine were failures. The 101st attempt might work, but think about it once you're back in bed, not out on the street, where a hired killer could be around any corner. Hmm. What does this remind me of...

The two scenarios above clearly show that Sigma cannot be without you and will bring you back.

But if you die?

He will plead inside for you to switch places, for you to open your eyes, for your body to not be what it seems, and for you to open your eyes right now and hug him.

He won't be able to survive such a blow to the heart. Either a heavy life continuing the role of a manager, or else... He doesn't want to think about it, but no one is immune to, on one of the harrowing nights, drowning in his thoughts and taking the pistol long hidden for self-defense.

· R (Regret) — Regret: Would they feel guilt for the kidnapping? Would they ever let their victim go?

The young man feels regret when he sees your suffering. And therefore, he tries not to give it any ground. He doesn't keep you in a basement, he doesn't mock you, he just... takes care of you. Just courtship! Yes, slightly not in the typical sense, but it's not written anywhere in the world's regulations.

The chance that he will actually let you go is maybe 20 out of 100. His conscience, your words, and your appearance will force him to let you go with an aching heart, if he sees how you are fading away day by day without freedom and a boundless life.

· S (Stigma) — Stigma: What made them this way (childhood, interest, etc.)?

To say that his childhood made him this way will sound mocking, but also technically true from an age perspective.

Remember, he literally experienced coming into existence out of nowhere, he experienced slavery, he even experienced working with Fyodor. He knows what he's talking about when it comes to the cruelty of a world where even your friend can plunge a knife into your stomach.

The fear for a life, which in the current days of humanism is placed first and simultaneously last, makes him hold you tight in his arms, begging to give you one more day of safe life.

· T (Tears) — Tears: How do they react to their "beloved's" screaming, crying, or withdrawal?

Even if he is busy with matters that require his attention every second, he will try to soothe you if you cry and scream, and talk to you if you've withdrawn into yourself.

God, he will start worrying about you so much, if you reach your absolute limit, that he's ready to admit he can't cope and consult a psychiatrist or psychologist.

Just follow the doctor's prescription, and don't try to take advantage of this to run away. The psychiatrist is hired by Sigma.

· U (Unique) — Uniqueness: What sets them apart from the classic yandere image?

A yandere can, in a fit of passion, turn the object of their affection into a corpse. Sigma, however, will not do this under any pretext; even his anger, if it reaches its peak, will be vented on someone else.

He loves you too much to cause you any pain. Maybe... only if it's unconscious and accidental. And even then, he will apologize for it until you forgive him.

· V (Vice) — Vice: What weakness of theirs could the "beloved" use to escape?

Love. The most logical, and yet illogical, thing when you think about escaping from a kidnapper.

As before — you can pretend to be a cat purring from affection and buy yourself time for an escape. But keep in mind — the cat always returns to the warm hands of its owner. Whether by the cat's own desire, missing the love, or by the guardian's wish, who has a leash long enough for his pet.

· W (Wit’s end) — Wit's End: Would they harm their "beloved"?

No. And again, no. And just as many more times, no.

You shouldn't expect any purposeful violence — Sigma is not only uninterested in it but also steers clear of such an option of "care."

· X (Xoanon) — Idol: How much do they worship their "beloved"? What are they ready to do for them?

Sigma tries to avoid idolatry and elevating your personality to a cult. This in no way means you won't be among his priorities and values. He simply strives for real relationships, which have always been and will be the priority for genuine people.

You are the most precious person in this life to him.

· Y (Yearn) — Yearning: How long will they pine before they "snap"?

A long time. Half a year is a fairly good period while you live your life, unsuspecting that the one who desires you does so like a man dying of thirst wants water in the desert.

And, as was previously mentioned, his desire will gradually accumulate and accumulate, and eventually begin to seep little by little into your life in the most harmless way at first.

· Z (Zenith) — Zenith: Will they eventually break their "beloved"?

No. No. No. No. No!

By making you suffer, Sigma will only break himself even more.

His main desire is simply to see you happy and unharmed.

-Patrick Bateman. A young man who knows his worth behind a cover-up is like another expensive dinner where your eyes shine brighter than a chandelier with its crystal decorations. Which, by the way, you were so interested in that you didn't even notice the waiter coming over. Baby, be more polite, because you noticed the waiter when Patrick called you. (Come on.. He's too flattered by your attention to his person. Keep going.)

-Patrick Bateman, who gives you earrings that shine even more when properly shined. Your enthusiastic squeal deafened him even more than the sound of the horn of the new ship that was being launched. And the way you jumped on his neck, wrapping your arms around him. He had expected a pleasant shock, of course, but not this dizzying one. And so that you can safely kiss him on the second date (It seems that Mr. Bateman has heard that many girls are unapproachable. But you're a cat. And cats don't have rules written down.)

-Patrick looks at you with a sigh after a stormy night (God, you were almost crying, but you were ready to ride his cock as much as you wanted. Even in spite of the cramp in your pretty legs.) you lie on his shoulder with your head and the rest of your body on top of him as well. Kitty loves dark things.

-Patrick Bateman, who raises his eyebrows and looks with a practiced movement at the bedside clock. How long have you had sex, Kitty? And most importantly, why didn't he do his daily nighttime routines?. After all, for him it's disrespectful to himself. To your figure. To a Figure who earns sums that can only be dreamed of by a part of the population. A figure who can commit a sinful act without batting an eye.

-Patrick Bateman, who couldn't have done anything if he hadn't pushed a fast-asleep girl off him or laid her on a blanket (because of his fatigue), but now he's lying there and ruffling your hair. Ah, it's a boyish little provocation to tangle your hair even more.

-Patrick Bateman, who could have easily dumped you the next morning. Throw her out of her bed, out the door or out the window. How he did it with others, with prostitutes. And when it comes to prostitutes, just kill you! It's not the first time. Just take the cat by the scruff of the neck and slap it on the side to send it into the corridor..

- And so, propping myself up on my elbows early in the morning. Without getting much sleep (but your hair was tangled several times and untangled many times with the maniacal obsession.). And so, all you have to do is take a pistol with a silencer or a knife lying next to it in the locker. And!...

-Patrick Bateman, who gently chastises you in a slightly stern voice while you sit on his lap facing him, inventing a utopia for yourself, buried in a man's neck. "Little Kitty, don't snort and don't tickle me." He asks in a tired but languid, non-feigned tone. He bought you that white dress that you noticed a long time ago in one of his fashion magazines, where he was probably there. And of course that very fluffy shawl, so that you can put it on yourself and become literally a fluffy cat.

Which you are.

-Patrick Bateman, who could have cheated on you a long time ago, killed you, done another bad thing (meaningless). Right now he is stroking your hair, admiring you half a turn. A soft, fluffy cat that sits on his lap in a deep armchair. With the earrings, the same crystals. Obedient, soft.. And always waiting for him and ready to give the last piece for him.

-He kisses your soft lips, thanks to his hygienic lipstick, bought especially for you. You lose your head and moan, clinging to him, giving yourself completely over and over again.

But how else?

Right. No way.

Be a good cat.~

The quiet sound of water dripping somewhere above was like the sound of a guillotine being sharpened for the execution of a notorious criminal for the amusement of the public. A criminal who had caused a lot of noise and trouble for many people, usually. But at the moment, only two people knew about this criminal. The criminal and the lying judge.

- Come on, Kugi Kizuchi, there's only the two of us here. You and me. It's time to repent and maybe admit that you're not such an important "cog" in your sister's life. - The young man with green, caustic hair tormented the girl's mind, admiring the way she writhed on her knees in moral pain.

For him, this was better than any test, because in them he had to hurt everyone, at least a little. There would be at least one lucky person who would receive a wound in their soft and protected soul with steel leaves, but only if Hiry had the strength left. And here, he could unleash all his strength and talent on the one beauty sitting at his feet on the cold marble floor. Of course, he had approached her himself, but thinking that the girl had crawled to him was much more pleasant for the poisonous boa's soul.

-I've already said that I've done everything I could for Kanna's well-being. I've repented for my actions and for humiliating her. I've already said everything! - The girl exclaimed, raising her angry doe-like eyes, which were glassy with horror at being in such company. Her face was alive only because of the light from her ebony eyebrows, which expressed anger and despair in a pleasant way for the sadist. Even his skin had turned pale from the prolonged bout of dull, hiccup-inducing fear.

Sou could admit to himself that, looking at the high school girl's distorted face, she resembled the well-known Snow White princess in terms of her facial beauty. However, this is not a praise for her talents and beauty, but rather a death sentence. It cannot be ended halfway through.

-But even here, you admit that you've been bullying poor Mizuchi Junior. Although... It might not be appropriate to call her that, as it's not her real name. She's already found her own family. She'll be overjoyed to regain her true life, rather than the one dictated by your clan.- The young man touched the monitor, not even bothering to provide any clues to Kuga's heartbreak. It was merely a facade of assistance. The predator's apparent assistance to the prey.

-What did you say?- It looked as if the black-haired woman herself had come to life with the elder's suggestion, as it was her desire to find her younger foster sister's family and reunite with her.

Oh, but no. Not now. And it is this confused, rather than happy, look from the young lady that makes the newly minted Midori bite the inside of his mouth to keep from laughing. Still, he feels no pain, so it is worth continuing to torment the mind of his new member.

- Kizuchi, come on, you always hear everything well, even the rustle of a mouse above us, and now you're pretending to be silly? How ignorant! - he said, busily lifting her chin, thinking that this gesture has long been out of date in novels about love, and scratching Coogie on her smooth nose, he continued his half-truthful story.

-But for a smart-looking girl who naively entrusted the key to her life to her sister, I will make an exception. But only one! -said the temptress in human form with theatrical solemnity.

- Your sister has already found a family member with whom she is even related by blood. And he is already a good substitute for you, because this person - he retorts in a hidden manner, not revealing all the details until the end - supports her when Kanna is in hysterics from the memories of how you have been betraying her since the very first day of her new existence due to her virgin jealousy. - like a flirt, he wanted to move away from her, but his nonexistent heart fluttered when he saw her clutching his black classic trousers at the knee.

- You're lying. - the first thought that crossed her mind was interrupted by other words - Has she found her family? Who? Her father, mother, brothers, or sisters?

Sou could no longer contain his smile, and he pulled his leg out of the woman's weak grip, parrying away from her but not leaving the room.

-What do you care if you don't even remember it?-

-Why do you think that is? Your punch didn't really knock me out of my mind - Kugi replied cheerfully, unwillingly recalling the slap from the older man at the beginning of their conversation when he tried to wake her up from the anesthesia. It was effective, but extremely unpleasant, considering his strength.

-No, Kugi, your memory has been messed up for a long time. Tell me the date when your family took over Kanna's guardianship.- He began his miniature game, like the strings of a schoolgirl's nerves.

-It was March 3, 2016, in the afternoon. -The date, learned with hatred at the time, slipped from his concerned lips.

-That's right. What was Kanna's first surname?-

- She wasn't there, because Kanna didn't have any documents due to the accident she was in, and she couldn't remember her last name due to the stress.

- That's a lie.

With that, a knife flew into the place where the edge of the girl's red skirt was resting, narrowly missing her thighs. Stunned by the sudden attempt, Kizuchi Senior didn't take her eyes off the knife.

- You knew her first name, but you made up that excuse when you were a teenager, so that you could at least forget that your sister wasn't your real sister. You were subconsciously trying to accept her, despite your outward anger.

- No, I remember for sure-.!

- And also! - did not give her to finish the former Hiyori, going behind her, pulling the knife out of the floor, which the black-haired in an instant had a thought about how much force it was necessary to throw the blade to stick it in the hard marble. But the blade already with the playfulness of a cat slipped along the carotid artery of a pale neck, forcing the brown-eyed to tense.

-And you also remember that your family took the Cannas in 2015, on the morning of June 18.- The knife continued to move back and forth across her throat, keeping her in a state of tension.

-But you didn't want to remember that date, because you were so ashamed of the memories that it wasn't until a year later, a year of your dear sister's suffering, that you finally came to your senses and stopped tormenting her. You remembered the pain you had caused her.- Midori whispered in her ear, placing his hand on her fragile shoulder. The trial was coming to an end.

- I have a feeling that if you don't have a problem with your conscience, you'll have no problem with your memory. Right, Kugi? - The trial is over. Both bodies are on the floor. However, one of them is unconscious due to the trauma and the relatively minor, in Midori's opinion, stab wound to the girl's throat, while the other is sitting nearby, holding a knife in her hand.

- Stress can make people believe in nonsense if you say it at the right time.