Chapter 12 : Noon
"Y-y-you p-p-piece of sh-sh-shit!" chattered Mica as she sat huddled into a small ball on the floor next to the large tub in the master bathroom "I c-c-can't b-b-believe y-y-you r-r-really f-f-fucking w-w-w-water b-b-boarded us!"
"You're going to figure out pretty quickly that I'm actually a very honest person." said Anton as he dropped a set of thick bath towels on the counter-top "I don't believe a person's word is worth anything if it can't be trusted. So I strive to be as truthful as possible."
"...Th-th-that's n-n-not th-the f-f-fucking p-pro-problem!" exclaimed Mica as she raised her head just high enough to glare up at Anton "Y-y-you th-th-think I g-g-give a sh-sh-shit ah-b-b-bout y-y-you b-b-being on-on-honest!"
"I think you should." mumbled Anton as he glanced down at the quaking shinoccubus "I know I would appreciate having a Master who I knew was going to be honest with me."
"...F-f-fuck y-y-you! Y-y-you ba-ba-bastard!" snarled Mica "Y-y-you e-e-even t-try an-anything f-f-f-f-funny l-l-like th-th-that on-on-on m-m-me an-and I'll s-s-slit y-y-your th-th-throat!"
"No, you won't." said Anton as he narrowed his eyes "Though the fact that you will try is exactly what makes restraining you so necessary."
Seething, Mica hissed through her teeth as the coils of her bound tail began to vibrate around her waist.
Shaking his head, Anton dismissed her as he turned away and began to unfold a cushioned deck chair that he had brought in from the patio.
Incensed at being disregarded, Mica tightened her eyes at him before quickly shifting her gaze over to the open doorway.
"G-go ahead and t-try it." grumbled Kianna "L-let's s-see how f-far y-you g-get th-this t-time!"
Cowed by the dark elf's threat, Mica hunched back in on herself as she dropped her eyes to the floor. After a moment of hesitation, she slowly raised her head back upwards and tentatively looked up at the two dark elves.
Sitting up on the edge of the large tub, Fiona and Kianna sat huddled together and shaking in each others arms as they both glared down at the shivering shinoccubus.
Grimacing at their hostile expressions, Mica glanced away and glared at nothing as she began to speak.
"D-d-don't f-f-fucking st-st-stare a-at m-me l-l-like th-th-that!" she grumbled as she hunched down into her shoulders "I-I'm n-n-not th-the s-s-s-psycho! Wh-who t-t-tortured y-y-you!"
"N-no! B-but y-you're s-still the r-reason it ee-even h-h-happened!" snapped Kianna.
Blinking as she took in Kianna's words, Mica looked back up at the dark elf and returned her glare with her own.
"Y-y-you c-c-can't b-be s-s-s-serious!" she seethed "D-d-d-don't ee-ee-even t-t-try t-t-to bl-bl-blame m-me f-f-for th-th-th-this sh-sh-shit!"
"W-w-why sh-shouldn't I!" countered Kianna "It's all y-your f-f-fault!"
"Mm-mm-mm-my f-f-f-fault!" cried Mica "I-I'm n-n-not th-the f-f-f-fucker w-w-who ah-ah-most f-f-f-froze u-us t-t-to d-d-d-death!"
"N-n-no! B-b-but y-y-your s-s-still th-the l-l-little sh-sh-shit! W-who m-m-made it ah-all h-h-happen!" chattered Kianna as she pulled Fiona along with her as she loomed over Mica "An-and it's n-n-not l-l-like y-y-your ee-ee-even t-t-trying t-to apo-apo-apol-apologize! F-f-for an-an-anything!"
"F-f-fuck! Y-y-y-you!" growled Mica as she raised her middle finger and flipped the dark elf off "Th-th-th-there's y-y-y-your apo-apo-apology! B-b-b-bitch!"
"...W-w-why y-y-you l-l-little!" exclaimed Kianna as she went to rise to her feet.
"Alright, Kianna. That's enough." said Anton as he turned back towards them "Our kiochi is in no condition to be beaten up right now. She can barely even move as it is."
"A-a-ass! I-I'm n-n-not y-y-y-your n-n-n-nothing!" screeched Mica before dropping her head down and huddling back in on herself as a massive wave of shivering rolled across her body.
Gazing down at her, Anton's expression softened into one of light sympathy.
Unlike the two dark elves who, although uncomfortable at the moment, were still fully functional, Mica had become nearly incapacitated by her treatment. Which was the reason why, for the time being at least, she didn't actually require any form of restraints. In fact, even when first released from her bondage she had simply laid limp across the picnic table and had refused to budge. When picked up to be brought back inside the house, rather than attack or attempt to gouge out his eyes as Anton had expected, she had instead grudgingly curled up against him in an effort to absorb his body heat and had allowed herself to be carried back inside without so much as a word. Her current huddled position and inability to move was far from an act on her part, as with just a quick glance it was easy enough to tell that the miserable looking little creature's nearly frozen condition, was indeed legitimate.
Mica's entire body had paled to the point that she seemed to have taken on a blue cast to her skin tone.
The dark saturation that existed around her horns and eyes had deepened and spread out across her face so that it now appeared as though she were wearing an actual mask, and this was matched by her quivering lips which had become a dark grayish blue in color. The digits of her appendages had also followed suit, becoming their own shade of blue that was deeper than the rest of her limbs.
Though extreme in appearance, Mica's condition was neither life threatening nor permanent for her. Since, as an Infernal, her body could recover from being so thoroughly chilled without any actual damage being done to her. This meant that as soon as she was allowed to absorb enough heat to rewarm her core, she would be able to return to normal without any lingering effects.
Anton was of course aware of this and would be taking advantage of her immobilized state to address her. First however, would come the dark elves.
"...Girls." said Anton in a flat tone.
Sitting huddled together as they continued to shiver and glare at Mica, both of the dark elves went still the moment Anton spoke to them. Although they had already had their ears pressed in against their heads in an effort to keep them warm, they both lowered them even further and pointed their tips downwards as, in unison, they slowly looked up at him.
Wearing identical expressions, with their faces scrunched up in unease and their large ruby colored eyes pinched in worry, the dark elves were both visibly tense as they silently stared up at Anton and waited for him to speak.
Gazing at them for a moment, Anton sighed through his nose before shaking his head.
"W-we're s-sorry!" cried Kianna as a light sheen of moisture formed in her eyes "W-we d-didn't know s-she was g-gonna t-try t-to k-kill y-you!"
"Th-the l-l-little sh-sh-shit l-lied t-to us!" exclaimed Fiona as she went to glare at Mica "Th-th-this is h-her f-f-fault! Sh-sh-she s-s-said sh-sh-she'd l-l-leave! An-and n-n-never c-come b-b-back! Sh-sh-she s-s-said sh-sh-she di-di-didn't w-w-want re-v-v-venge! B-b-but th-th-then-!"
"That's enough." interrupted Anton "She's already been punished for what she did. It's over. We're past that....But you two!...How could you!? What you two did!...I don't even know where to begin!"
With a heavy, frustrated sigh Anton suddenly deflated in front of them and fell to land in the chair he had just finished setting up.
