#ingenioussleuth

26. Stomach

His eyes fluttered open lazily as soon as he felt her lips press to his bare skin. His little pet had behaved herself enough to sleep in his bed for the evening and now it seemed that she was trying to move even further out of range of gaining another nasty scar. His hand moved up and he gently laced his fingers through her hair. His gaze flickered down to observe her as she pulled away. It was an honest hope that she would continue downward without being provoked. But it was highly unlikely. She always needed some kind of coaxing.

“Are you going to tease me by stopping there Nia dear? Or are you going to show me just how thankful you are that you have more than a floor to sleep on this evening?” He cooed softly as he offered her an adoring look. One he reserved for occasions like this.

     He knew he’d been watched. The building was littered with cameras--Matt had pointed out almost thirty on his way up alone--and he knew that people had to have Near’s explicit permission to enter the building. It wasn’t he who opened the door, that’s for sure. While L’s death and Mello’s absence had done little to the albino, Matt was thinner and pale, gaunt, and carried with him the scent of death and smoke. Though he stood straight, it seemed like a single breeze would knock him right over.

Violet hues moved over the collective of frightened faces in front of him. A new group of girls had been brought from the nearby slave market for his consideration. He needed a new lap pet after the unfortunate end his last one had met...At his own hands of course. But violence aside he was bored and needed entertainment. So the best that his advisers could offer were in front of him and he was left with the option to pick.

With a wave of his hand and a short look the girl who had been sobbing since she was brought in was taken away by one of the other servants. His eyes followed her as she was led out of the room. He’d take note of her face and use her later. The weepy ones always set good examples for the others when it came to discipline. Turning his attention back to the task at hand his eyes moved over the remaining three...No. Four. One was hiding behind the other three...An amused grin spread across his lips as he stood.

Moving over to them he wasn’t the least bit surprised as they moved back. With a simple wave one of the girls quickly moved aside revealing the one that had hide behind her. As she moved to reveal her it was debatable if she had been hiding or if she was just short enough to be out of view. This one was interesting though with her white locks and pale skin. Had she seen a ray of sun her whole life?...That question hardly mattered as his mind’s eye imagined how pretty her skin would look decorated red.

“What’s your name little one?”

He finally spoke, voice smooth yet the intimidation still held ten fold.

Man, the timing of me seeing this right after getting out of the shower/washing/drying clothes was perfect. My voice was pretty bleh and I truly doubt I have an accent, but I guess for my area, it counts as me having one? My mouth was also working against me  as I stumbled over words and what not, but all in all, this was pretty fun. I actually feel so embarrassed and bashful about this whole thing that i didn’t even bother  to listen  to it or check it over. I’m quite literally  just uploading this for  you all to hear in its raw form. Hahah. Thanks for tagging me, analystproductions . Anyway, here I go with what you’ll do and who I’ll tag.

Your name and username. Where you’re from. Pronounce the following words: aunt, roof, route, theater, iron, salmon, caramel, fire, water, New Orleans, Pecan, both, again, probably, Alabama, lawyer, coupon, mayonnaise, pajamas, caught, naturally, aluminum, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, doorknob, envelope, GPOY. What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house? What is a bubbly carbonated drink called? What do you call gym shoes? What do you call your grandparents? What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket? What is the thing you change the TV channel with? Choose a book and read a passage from it. Do you think you have an accent? Would you rather be a wizard or a vampire? Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life? End audio post by saying any THREE words you want

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He moved over, and in a way, that made her feel a warmth of happiness begin to spread. Slowly, she sat, tucking her legs beneath her. She was curious because games were not her forte.   “What are you playing?” Curiously, she twirled a curl and then tilted her head to get a better view of the game on the handheld console.

     Long, thin legs were stretched over the covers and crossed at his shins, and Matt’s back was leaned against one of his pillows. Even with a shoulder pressed against the wall and his neck bent slightly forward, the brunet didn’t seem uncomfortable in the least.

     The little light on the bedside table was on, and the young genius was, as Near had said, ‘on a gaming binge’--which likely meant that he’d forgone lunch as well as dinner--laying atop his sheets and tapping away at the blocky handheld in his grasp.

He recognized this young woman, but only vaguely. In fact, most of his memories were clouded and disorienting. The only thing clear was it was her fault that he was here. She did this, she ruined him his life forever.