I Don't Think You Understand

When Sora opened the front doors to the manor, he saw darkness. Two purple eyes glowed in the pitch black area. The pitter patter of footsteps accompanied her approach.

"Sora!"

The young butler could hear the jingle of her ankle bracelet as she leapt onto him. Her body wrapped around him like a koala. He held her by the thighs while searching for a light switch.

"I'm back. Did you miss me-" His words were cut off as Alice kissed him.

Her tongue forced its way inside his mouth. She couldn't help but savor his taste. Ten minutes went by as Sora fumbled around the dark room. Eventually, his arm accidentally flipped the switch, ushering the light.

Only now was he able to see the woman latched onto him. Alice wore a white crop top which showed her smooth belly button. Tight yoga shorts hugged her bottom, making it pop out even more. Now that he could see, Sora leaned against the wall.

The mature doll finally pulled back after nibbling his jaw. Seeing her enthusiasm, Sora couldn't help but chuckle. She immediately fell into a daze while staring at his face. Knowing that Alice had entered her staring mode, he began making his way back to the bedroom.

Sora took his sweet time. He stopped by the kitchen and grabbed himself a bottle of water. He even grabbed a few snacks from the pantry. The mistress was too busy sucking on his jawline. Her tongue trailed from his neck to his ear. By the time Alice had refilled her Sora meter, they were back in his room.

Right before he set her down, Alice did something new. She sniffed his neck. The sleepy young man didn't think to pay it any mind.

SNIFF SNIFF

Alice's face darkened. Her expression became one of suspicion, then malice. Overwhelming wrath. It was extremely terrifying. When Sora turned back to her, the expression had disappeared. It was replaced with a smile.

"...I made sure to get you a lot of good books." He mumbled before yawning.

He grabbed the bag full of books and set it on the bed. Not wasting any time, he undressed and got under the covers. His eyes were already closing due to how comfortable it was.

"Ohhhhh? Let's see…I'll be the judge of that." She responded.

The beautiful doll sat on the bed while rummaging through the bag. Each book brought a smile to her face, but it soon disappeared. She wasn't in the mood to read.

The bag was dropped beside the bed. Alice didn't say a word, only staring at his sleeping figure. Her expression changed several times before settling back to normal. Sora opened his eyes, realizing that she hadn't moved.

"...What are you doing? Come here." He spoke lazily.

".................................."

Sora grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his chest. A sigh of relaxation escaped his lips upon feeling her softness on top of him. He truly couldn't get enough. As he drifted into the realm of dreams, Alice stared at his face without blinking. Her hollow eyes seemed to glow in the darkness.

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When the young man woke up, he realized something was off. He wasn't in his bedroom anymore! The surroundings were now bleak, and a furnace was going nearby. A plethora of tools lined the walls.

'Isn't this the shed? How did I get here?' He thought.

Sora was cuffed to an extremely thick and sturdy chair. This time, the cuffs were heavy, and chains connected the cuffs to the walls. A torture room like this, it wasn't hard to figure out who'd bring him here.

As if on queue, a heavy noise resounded behind him. Something was on wheels. It squeaked constantly due to being rusty. Eventually, Alice came into view. She was pushing what seemed to be a nail driver, or battering ram. Smaller ones sat on the side, with a manual switch.

It didn't take long for the broken doll to notice he was awake. Alice was still in her pajamas from earlier. Both of them stared at each other silently, until she finally averted her gaze. She proceeded to finish setting things up. Only then did she turn back to him.

There was another moment of silence. Alice walked in front of him, only staring into his eyes with a blank expression. Over time, her expression grew worse and worse. Pure malice soon covered her features.

Normal people would piss their pants in this situation. But Sora wasn't normal. To him, the mature woman was looking extremely attractive right now. Her breasts almost spilling out of her crop top, her luscious legs and-

'Focus.' Sora thought to himself.

The silence stretched out for another five minutes. Only then did Alice's mind jump back into reality. She approached even closer, until she was in between his long legs. Her hand grabbed his chin and forced him to look up at her.

"Who was it?" She asked. Sora raised an eyebrow. He was unfazed.

"...What?"

"Do you think I'm clueless? Do you think I'm stupid? I love you more than anyone in this world, Sora."

"...I know."

"I know everything about you, Sora. I know how you taste. I know how you feel. I even know how you smell."

".............................."

Alice leaned down and slowly licked his cheek. She then sniffed him again. Her hand tightly grasped his hair as she whispered in his ear.

"I can smell that BITCH on you." She revealed.

'Jaina? That's what this is about? What a waste of time.' He thought.

Jaina had nothing on Alice. In terms of beauty, the broken doll eclipsed her in every way. Sora knew this was still a problem though. He wasn't going to let Alice dictate who he chose to hang around.

Sora knew why she preferred him as a butler. It bound him to her in a way that other positions didn't. Giving him the last name of Lockhart was actually another way to trap him.

"You're mad that I made a friend." He finally said with slight irritation.

"Friend? Friend?! Fufufu…you aren't allowed to have friends. Especially not those sluts! You can only have ME!" She exclaimed. Her voice was eerie.

"That doesn't seem fair…you need friends too, Alice." His tone was stern.

Alice frowned. He was actually talking back to her! She quickly grabbed one of the smaller nail drivers and set it on top of his hand.

"No! I won't let anyone have you. You're so handsome…too dangerously handsome for your own good. You belong to ME!" She screamed in a high pitch.

The nail driver was locked into place. All she had to do was pull the lever, and it would pierce through. Supposedly. Alice wasn't finished with her tangent.

"You are mine! Mine, mine, mine! It hurts, Sora. You don't understand how much it hurts! I'll teach you. You'll learn how much it hurts!" She spoke with heavy breaths.

"...Stop it."

"I forgive you. I love you too much, after all. But you've been bad. You need punishment."

There was nothing else for her to say. The lever was pulled, using a good amount of strength. Sparks flew from the top of the machine as the nail drove down onto his hand.

CLINK

The nail snapped in half before hitting the ground. Alice could only watch with disbelief. She knew that a knife wouldn't work. That's why she brought the powerful tools. It still wasn't enough?

"Alice…" Sora muttered. His expression was much colder than his voice.

He casually stood up, breaking out of his restraints. Clangs of metal reverated throughout the room. The doll could only watch in shock as he effortlessly broke free.

"No…" She muttered while backing up.

"I don't think YOU understand…" He growled.

"No!" She screamed in anger.

Alice was eventually blocked by a table. It stopped her from backing away. Sora easily reached her. The beautiful mistress looked down in frustration, realizing that she couldn't punish him.

His hand gently brushed against her cheek. Once he reached her hair, he wrapped it around his knuckles. Only then did he pull with strength, forcing her to look up at him.

"I won't ever let you out of my grasp, but some things have changed…You belong to ME. Not the other way around." He said. Alice was silent, only gazing in despair. Sora wasn't finished.

"Of course…I forgive you, Alice. But you've been a bad girl. You need punishment." He repeated her words. A sick smile could be seen on his face.