The little Lady and the Hachnes (with Cheeki)

[MissMonster]

Lady scowled at Mcarvin's response to her ill-treatment, refusing to allow the man to best her. She would find what frustrates him, and throw his insecurities right back into his face! And thus, the small demon continued, her shrill shouts drawing attention from what she expected was Mcarvin's crew. Speaking of which, she could sense the anger radiating off of him, and a triumphant, malicious smile formed on her lips. So it's his crew, eh? It seemed she found a weakness!

"You are stupid." She said simply, ignoring the warning signs of her dangerous play. "Don't you know in order to survive in this world, you have to do it alone? Surely having relationships is what holds you back..."

Her voice was cold, low, and wicked. "Wouldn't it be quite the shame to lose all those loved ones?"

"I'm going to warn you only once."

The demon raised an eyebrow. "Pardon? I can't seem to hear you." Her voice, which was laced in sarcasm, grew frantic as Mcarvin took her threat, crumpled it up, and warned her precariously. Lady, who was formerly enjoying his change of pace, now grew somewhat....fearful of the sudden deadly switch in his demeanor. She hadn't felt so...vulnerable in quite some time--and no matter how hard she struggled against his tightening grip--the hachnes proved stronger.

The small demon made a sound of discomfort, grimacing at the warning. No...it sounded like a promise.

Finally, he loosened his grip on her small frame, and Lady took in a relieved breath. She didn't want to admit it--but Mcarvin frightened her somewhat. It had been a while since she felt so intimidated--and this angered her as it intrigued her.

"Truly...you are moronic. Why spend so much money on a servant you plan on killing? Your best bet is to set me free, and I promise to leave your precious crew alone." Silence was her only answer, and the demoness decided no more words would be needed. She idly wondered why Mcarvin cared so much for his crew, a somewhat envious thought crossing her mind. She had been alone for so long...

No, it was ideal. Having comrades in Fanterra only meant that they offer distractions.

"You won't be getting away with threatening my crew like that."

"Hm? Oh...you're still sore about that, huh?" The demon smirked.

"You can threaten me and attack me all you want, but I won't tolerate any attacks on my crew. Understand?"

"You really don't seem to get it, do you? You may have paid money for me, but I am in no obligation to abide by you. You have set me free, and you have my thanks. However, you might've had better luck buying one of those docile species at the auction instead of me. If I were to attack your crew for sport, consider it a favor. They'd only detract from your purposes...who has time to care for pathetic people who cannot stand on their own two feet? Perhaps if you're nicer to me and let me down, I will cut them all down quickly instead of having you watch their demise."

Lady was not stupid, she knew she were trotting on dangerous territory. She was stubborn however, and seemed too blinded by her own arrogance.

"You mentioned that I won't be getting away with it. Tell me, what do you plan on doing? Crushing my bones? Torturing me! Tcht, I have undergone far worse treatment in my lifetime, I do not fear you."

Mcarvin was nearing his anger, evident by the crew members-his crew members- popping up. They were mainly the ground force that accompanied him on assassinations. Spotting the door that held his ship, he swiftly made his way towards it.

His previous anger was cooling and Mcarvin was thinking about giving his new servant some leeway. However, the demon didn't know when to shut her mouth and continued, adding to Mcarvin's anger.

"You really don't seem to get it, do you? You may have paid money for me, but I am in no obligation to abide by you. You have set me free, and you have my thanks. However, you might've had better luck buying one of those docile species at the auction instead of me. If I were to attack your crew for sport, consider it a favor. They'd only detract from your purposes...who has time to care for pathetic people who cannot stand on their own two feet? Perhaps if you're nicer to me and let me down, I will cut them all down quickly instead of having you watch their demise."

Mcarvin's grip began to tighten again and he spoke with the intention to cause pain. "I have already warned you once and I won't be warning you again. When we get to my hanger and onto my ship, you will be very sorry for your mistakes." He said.

"You mentioned that I won't be getting away with it. Tell me, what do you plan on doing? Crushing my bones? Torturing me! Tcht, I have undergone far worse treatment in my lifetime, I do not fear you."

Mcarvin couldn't help but break into laughter. However, the sound was tainted by his anger and instead of being light with mirth it was heavy with fury. "No, those punishment would be much too light for someone like you. You will be getting a far more horrible, punishment." He left it at that.

Entering the hanger, Mcarvin took a moment to admire his ship. It had been placed in the largest hanger due to its immense size. It was huge, with up to several floors of windows, excluding the 'basement' and his private quarters. Black paint with red writing covered the entire frame. The red writing was signatures from different members of his crew, the best members of his crew. Most of those who had signed it were dead by now, while others had decided to retire or had gotten captured. Currently, only one royal member remained, but he was on a mission right now that Mcarvin had give him.

Walking up to the ship, he entered a code and the entrance platform began to lower. When it opened, Mcarvin was pleased to see three of his favorite servants waiting for him.

"Master, you're back!" They squealed. The Numpers ran up to him and wrapped their arms around him. Mcarvin smiled at the three with his signature bloody, toothy grin. Their eyes caught the demon sitting on his head.

"Who's that?" Asked Lil, the youngest of the triplets. She had long green hair and matching green eyes. The only way to tell her apart from her sisters was her glasses that she needed to be able to see. Of the three, she was the most inquisitive.

"She's so cute!" Added Lils, the middle child of the triplets. She had long green hair and matching green eyes. Of the three, Lils was the most outgoing and optimistic.

"Is she the new servant, the one you got from the Auction?" Guessed Lily, the eldest of the three. She had long green hair and matching green eyes. Of the three, Lily was the smartest, being able to connect the dots quickly.

Mcarvin chuckled. "That's right. I expect you to treat her like a member of the crew." They nodded obediently. "Anyway, we'll be in the punishment room if anyone needs me." The girl's eyes widened in unison and with a noticeable fear, they rushed the conversation to its end before fleeing to finish any miscellaneous tasks they could find.

Mcarvin continued onto the ship and didn't encounter anyone else on the way to the Punishment room. Thankfully. Standing outside the door, one of his free arms opened the door slowly. "I hope you're ready." He said.

[MissMonster]

Very sorry? She scoffed aloud, rolling her blue eyes. "Yes, well, I have my doubts on that." Became her only response, though she noted the tightness in his grip once again. She knew she were playing with fire, but the demoness had long since ignored consequence. If this man intended on trying to beat the vindictive demon at her own game, so be it. She would simply try even harder. Perhaps he'd tire of their games and release her? Surely, he could not deal with her for long.

Not many could.

The demoness could recall memories all day if she wished, but they were better left rotting within her dreams. She remembered being alone and wanting so badly to have a family again, but no matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried, Lady could never assimilate. It became so much easier to take rather than give, lie rather than tell truth, and deny rather than acknowledge her own faults. Perhaps she remained twelve mentally, a little girl never quite growing up. In any case, Lady wanted desperately to be alone again, to go back to traversing the land and abiding by her own laws.

Laughter. Though, it sounded far angrier than usual. Lady glanced downwards, her thoughts interrupted. Mcarvin was quick to end their conversation with a swift, forewarning: "No, those punishment would be much too light for someone like you. You will be getting a far more horrible, punishment."

Lady froze for a brief moment, opening and closing her mouth. There was something that felt oddly familiar, yet eerily daunting about the hachnes' words. It almost reminded her of a man she knew very well so long ago...but she pushed the thought out of her mind. What could said punishment possibly entail? 'There is nothing that I cannot handle. If he tries anything, I'll simply have to chop off an arm or two!' Lady inwardly calmed, reminding herself that she hadn't survived fifty years without having to fight, and often...kill her adversaries.

She would've said more, as the demoness prided herself on the last word, but like Mcarvin, she found herself admiring the ship as well. Lady never went on an aircraft before, and the thought annoyed her as well as enticed her. The demon found the ground to be far more easy to grasp.

Okay, she may be slightly afraid of heights!

Mcarvin entered a code of some sort, and Lady seemed to gasp in childish curiosity as it lowered. For a minute, it almost seemed innocent, but the next moment, it were replaced with a look of contempt.

Three green haired girls stood to greet them, and Lady watched confusedly as the trio embraced the Hachnes. Lady could sense his change of demeanor, implying that he had some sort of connection to the girls.

"Sickening." She mumbled, watching their attention switch to her.

Her frown became suddenly cheerful, matching their glee with her own. Her thoughts couldn't be anymore different in comparison to her gentle guise. In fact, while her smile was bright, her eyes seemed lacking...a cold countenance behind them.

Four eyes seemed ridden in curiosity, Lady figured she'd be easy to manipulate. The other green one made a comment about how cute the demon was...and she inwardly snickered. There was nothing cute about the way she thought, and those brats would soon find out! Ah, finally, one put the pieces together! Though, Lady was no servant, and she'd do well to remind her of that later.

For now, she smiled sweetly.

"Hello! Please...call me Lady. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintances."

She glanced down as Mcarvin spoke, noting his talk about the crew again. Ah...so these precious little imps were apart of the crew? She couldn't conceal the wide grin, it seemed Mcarvin had a particular liking for trio, it would be such a shame to mess with them.

"Anyway, we'll be in the punishment room if anyone needs me."

She would've found his words laughable if it wasn't for the widened eyes and fear she picked up from the girls. Their apprehension, much to her chagrin, made Lady just as nervous.

And with that, they departed and the demon found herself alone with Mcarvin once more. "What little angels you have. Surely, they must be the ones you wish to protect..." Despite her nervousness, Lady couldn't help but offer one last quip at Mcarvin's expense. She giggled almost innocently, until they reached what could only be discerned as the Punishment Room.

"I hope you're ready."

Lady grew concerned, watching as the door opened ever so slowly. "Ready to destroy your hopes and dreams by gutting those girls one by one?"

She couldn't help it...she was growing uneasy, and prayed to the highest powers of the Underworld itself that Mcarvin would release her if she brought up those girls of earlier. Something told her he wouldn't, and Lady tensed, ready for a fight.

"If you intend on battle, place me down so that we may have a fair fight!"

"A fair fight?" He asked, with a straight face before breaking into laughter. "You, a demon, are demanding a fair fight from me, a pirate?" He continued laughing, the sound slowly turning more and more menacing. "You lost that right the moment you got captured and put into the auction. The only fights you'll have now will be the ones I put you in." Which would be none, as Mcarvin didn't like damaging his merchandise...beyond a certain point. Speaking of fights, Mcarvin just remembered. "Oh, you reminded me. I'll have to put a power sucker on you later." A power sucker was something that was feared by almost every species throughout the universe. The device, which came in the form of a collar, sapped the strength and special abilities of the one it was on. If left on for an extended period of time, the powers may never return, even after being taken off.

As an example, a vampire would no longer be able to raise the dead, cast illusions, or -even- remain immortal. A werewolf would be stuck in whatever form he, or she, had been in when the collar was placed on. There were limits to the collar, as physical capabilities were unaffected. Mcarvin would still have his incredible strength and speed much like a werewolf would. However, Mcarvin's venom, which he prized greatly would be gone. Yes, even Mcarvin feared it, as the device sucked out the uniqueness of a species.

The Punishment room was not what most would expect. The room, as large as it was, was mostly bare. There was a large, arm-less, wooden chair in the center of the room that looked to be the perfect fit for Mcarvin (and it was, he knew, as he had used it many times). Beside the chair was a long table with all types of objects. There were whips and paddles and hairbrushes and much more, all of varying sizes and colors. Mcarvin grinned. He wasn't sure what he would use yet, but the demon would regret everything she had done today.

Continuing his examination in the room, Mcarvin moved his eyes to the corner in the back, where a small wooden stool sat, its surface the very opposite of welcoming. On the opposite corner there was an old metal sink with a shelf above it. The shelf was filled with different foul tasting substances, soap being the kindest one.

Satisfied that everything was in place and had not been tempered with (which had happened before by a certain naughty chef-in-training), he spoke. "I wonder if you know what's about to happen to you." He laughed a burly laugh. "Well, if you don't then you'll know in just a moment." He walked over to the wooden chair, taking a seat. The chair grumbled under his heavy frame.

Then, taking the demon, he deposited her on his lap, forcefully arranging her so her stomach was laid out across his knees and her arms were trapped against the small of her back.

[MissMonster]

"You, a demon, are demanding a fair fight from me, a pirate?"

Ah, so that's what this specific subculture was called. Lady had traveled for near fifty years, but tended to avoid such obscene individuals often found in said group. "I am not surprised, nor fearful to fight the likes of you!" She managed, though Mcarvin's laughter was beginning to pierce her thoughts and inwardly agitate the demoness. "I pray you do, those little girls of yours hardly seem fit to match my power, it'd be far too easy killing them for sport." A sinister smile of her own found it's way onto her lips, however, immediately replaced with a look of total horror in the blink of an eye.

"Y-You...you will not!" She snapped, now showing her true colors in the wake of dread. A power sucker was an enchanted collar like material that easily could absorb her demon abilities temporarily. If worn long enough, she would even lose her heightened senses and shred of power she had...

Or worse. Become mortal again, forced to live as a twelve year old girl once more. Though this time, she'd age.

It would've been a great deal fifty years ago upon the loss of her mortal life, but now, the thought thoroughly frightened Lady. She had survived so long--without her powers, she feared being weak and vulnerable. "You will not place that putrid thing around my neck, you brute! I will shove it neatly up your--"

Lady paused midrant as they entered the daunting "Punishment Room", and her blue eyes began to scan every inch of it. She had expected torture devices like iron maidens, or tables with spikes--but instead...was met with a wooden chair, and a table with strange weapons laid across it. Upon closer inspection, Lady could discern a hairbrush, and a slight pink found it's way onto her cheeks. She assumed he wouldn't be brushing her hair with that. Her mother often had a hairbrush on her nightstand. While she did brush Lady's hair with it, she also left it precariously out as a reminder to the brunette...that naughty behavior would not be tolerated. The demon shook her head at the thought, fidgeting uneasily atop Mcarvin. "What is this odd room?" She questioned, almost afraid to learn the answer as the Hachnes took a seat. Angrily, she ignored his jeer, her face becoming flustered.

No..no....this couldn't be.

Lady was then positioned over Mcarvin's waiting lap, the suddenness of the motion stunned her into silence as her arms were entrapped uncomfortably against her back. The position was all too familiar..

It was then she began to thrash around, full force.

"Is this your big plan!? To spank me like one of your senseless charges? Release me, imbecile!"

Mcarvin felt satisfied by the demon's clear fear of the device. Not that the fear changed anything, but it gave him some comfort to know that she did have some fears and the Hachens knew that he would be able to find more as time went on. They would be vital in keeping her under control...For now though he would have to settle for the collar and -hopefully- the punishment room. "Yeah, actually." Mcarvin answered with a wild grin. "This is my plan." As only one of his hands was needed to keep the demon's arms trapped, the Hachnes's other three hands fell on her bottom, exploring it in a territorial kind of manner.

"I forget," Mcarvin continued. "How old are you again?" It had been a small detail that he missed and she was not only exceptionally light but her bottom was built in a similar way to some of his naughty crew- Lily, Lil, and Lils being on the most receiving end. Moving on, one of his hands left her bottom and hovered over the table that was littered with the many instruments. A decision was begging to be made.

He could choose one of the hairbrushes, always reliable for a first-time offense as well as light offenses. However, the demon wasn't just a normal naughty crew member nor was her offenses light, what, with threatening his crew and insulting him at every turn. Mcarvin moved on, leaving the hairbrushes behind and moving onto the whips. A whip was a very effective punishing tool that dug into the offender with a fierceness that left behind searing marks. Mcarvin only really used the whips when he was in a sadistic mood and someone pissed him off. Again though, this wasn't the instrument that fit the situation as despite the downs to the day, Mcarvin wasn't feeling the whip right now. Moving on, he found the second to last type of tool available in the room; the paddle. The paddle was the most common tool Mcarvin used. It was fierce, reliable, and the different builds in came in aloud for different goals.

Yes, the paddle was the perfect tool to introduce the demon to her new life on his ship. However first he'd use his hands as he always did. It would make the introduction of the paddle even worse.

"Well, let's begin." Mcarvin bellowed. His hand returned to him and lifted high into the air before slamming down onto one of her cheeks. As it lifted back into the air, another one came down and hit the other cheeks. This continued, giving her no time to breathe as one hand left her bottom another slammed into it. Mcarvin could feel the quake each strike left, even through the fabric of the dress.