"I want you to take me down," Leo said, with a smile on his face, "And treat me like the King I am, Queen!"

Following his words, the room fell in complete silence.

Bane stared at Leo. His face, already a mess of grime and blood, turned a violent shade of purple. The jealousy hit him like a physical blow.

He has always been Bella's dog. He was the pet. He had spent years grovelling at her feet, begging for scraps of attention.

And now this random insect comes and dares to ask her to treat him as the king? He dared to demand her touch?

"You filth!" Bane shrieked, saliva flying from his mouth, "You dare? You dare speak to the Queen that way?"

He scrambled for his dropped skinning knife, his fingers clawing at the stone floor. He grabbed the handle.

"I will chop you into pieces!" Bane screamed, rushing at the hanging Leo, "I will feed your tongue to the rats! I will..."

CRACK!

Before he could cleave of Leo's tongue, a deafening sound reverberated into the stone room.

The black leather whip lashed out, moving faster than Bane's eyes could follow. It struck him squarely across the chest, shredding the remains of his shirt and leaving a deep, red welt across his skin.

"BOSSS!!!" Bane gasped, the air knocked out of him. He stumbled back, dropping the knife. He looked at Belladonna with wide, betrayed eyes.

"WHY? He... I..."

Belladonna stood there, her arm extended, the whip trailing on the floor. Her expression was ice cold.

"Don't get out of your leash, pet," she looked him in his eyes and said softly.

"But... Boss..." Bane wheezed, clutching his chest, "He insulted you... He demanded..."

"That's for me to decide," Belladonna cut him off. Her blue eyes flicked to Leo, then back to Bane, "You do not."

She pointed to the heavy iron winch on the wall that controlled the chains.

"Cut him down," she commanded, "Now."

Bane hesitated, looking from Leo to the winch. He hated Leo. He wanted to gut him. But the Queen's word was law.

Grumbling, dragging his feet, Bane walked to the wall. He grabbed the heavy lever and yanked it.

The gears in the ceiling groaned. The chains rattled.

Leo felt gravity take hold. The tension on his wrists vanished, and he dropped, landing on his feet like a pro.

He stood up slowly, rubbing his raw wrists where the iron had bitten into his skin.

He looked at Belladonna. She was looking at his chest. Her eyes lingered on the definition of his abs, then moved up to his face.

"Get out," Belladonna said, waving his hand at Bane.

Bane froze. He was standing beside Leo, wringing his hands.

"Boss?" Bane whimpered, "Let me stay. Let me guard you. He is dangerous. He ate the e..."

"I said get out," Belladonna repeated, her voice dropping a degree.

Bane didn't move. He looked desperate. He didn't want to leave them alone, "Please, Boss. I can help. I can hold him down while you..."

Belladonna sighed. It was a sound of profound boredom.

SLAP!

Her hand moved in a blur and in a flash she slapped Bane with the back of her hand.

The force of the blow lifted Bane off his feet. He flew backward, airborne for a second, before crashing through the open doorway into the stone corridor outside.

He hit the opposite wall with a wet THUD and slid down to the floor, dazed and bleeding from the mouth.

"Close the door on your way out," Belladonna commanded, not even looking at him.

Bane, groaning, terrified, and utterly defeated, reached out with a shaking hand. He grabbed the handle of the heavy iron door.

He pulled it shut.

CLANG.

The lock clicked. The bolt slid up.

Leo and Belladonna were left alone in the room.

Leo rotated his shoulder, working out a kink. He looked at the closed door, then back at Bella.

"Nice throw," Leo smirked, "You have a good arm."

Belladonna turned to him. She crossed her arms under her chest, the action pushing her breasts up in the tight corset, creating a deep, shadowy valley of cleavage.

"Do not get ahead of yourself, young man," she said, her voice haughty, "I got you down because I want to see you beg properly. Not because I accept your... crude proposal."

Leo stepped closer. He didn't stay in his corner. He walked right up to her, his face inches away from hers. He stared right into her blues eyes, a cheeky smile playing on his lips.

"Liar," Leo whispered.

Belladonna stiffened, but she didn't step back, "Excuse me?"

"You sent the dog away because you didn't want him to see what comes next," Leo said. His voice was low, vibrating with confidence, "You didn't want him to see you lose control."

"And what comes next?" she challenged, tilting her chin up. Her breath hitched slightly.

"You want me to do something outrageous," Leo said, his eyes boring into hers, "You want me to cross the line. You want me to stop treating you like a Queen and start treating you like a woman."

Belladonna scoffed. She let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

"You are delusional," she sneered. "You are weak. And I can feel you are an insect compared to me. I could crush your skull with my thighs before you even lifted a finger."

"Exactly," Leo grinned. It was a dark, dangerous grin, "And that's what turns you on, isn't it? The audacity of the 'insect'? The idea that this 'insect' might actually have a sting?"

Belladonna's eyes widened. A flush of colour rose in her pale cheeks.

Leo pressed his advantage. He used the intel from the System to tear down her defenses. He knew her secret. He knew she was a Secret Masochist.

"I see the way you look at me, Bandit Queen," Leo said, using the nickname like a weapon, "You are bored."

"You are tired of being the Queen. You are tired of weak men like Bane worshiping your feet and asking for permission to breathe."

He took another step. His chest was inches from hers.

"You want someone to grab that hair," Leo whispered, reaching out but not touching her yet, "You want someone to bend you over this table covered in knives. You want to be ridden hard, all night long, until your legs shake and your pussy is sore and you can't walk without a limp as your men watch."

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.

"You want someone to break you, don't you?"

Belladonna's composure cracked. Her face turned a deep, burning red. Her mouth opened, but she stammered.

"Y-You..." she gasped, "Silence! I will... I will flay you alive! I will cut out your tongue!"

But she didn't move. She didn't reach for her whip. Her eyes were wide, the pupils dilated. She wasn't attacking.

Leo interrupted her threat.

"Then do it," he said.

He turned away from her and walked to the long wooden table. He swept his arm across it, clearing off a bone saw, a hammer, and a jar of teeth. They clattered to the floor.

He planted his elbow on the wood. He opened his hand.

"And if you can't," Leo said, "Why don't you bet with me?"

Belladonna stared at him, confused, "A bet?"

"I know I am weaker than you," Leo admitted, "You are strong, and I am just a guy whom you can crush whenever you want."

"In a fight, you win. Obviously."

He waved his hand.

"So let's make it interesting. An arm wrestling match."

Belladonna blinked, "Arm wrestling?"

"But not just one," Leo said, his eyes gleaming, "One hundred matches. In a row."

Belladonna frowned, "One hundred? Why?"

"To test my persistence," Leo lied smoothly, "Here are the rules. We go one hundred rounds. If you win all one hundred... you get to use that knife on my chest. I won't fight back. You can carve the egg out, you can peel me, you can do whatever you want."

Belladonna raised an eyebrow. It was a guaranteed win for her. Her Strength was massive compared to his. Even if he was lucky, he couldn't beat her in a thousand tries.

"But," Leo added, his voice dropping to a husky growl, "If I win just once... if I pin your hand to the table even a single time..."

He looked her up and down, his gaze stripping her naked.

"Then you belong to me for the next 24 hours."

"I get to play with you however I want."

Belladonna stared at him. The sheer arrogance of the proposal was staggering. But the prize... total submission from him if she won. And if she lost...

She felt a thrill run down her spine. A shiver of anticipation.

She laughed. It was arrogant and haughty, but breathless.

"You foolish boy," she said, "You have no chance. You have the strength of a goblin. You will break your arm before you pin me."

She walked to the table. The sound of her heels was confident. She slammed her elbow down on the wood opposite him.

She gripped his hand.

Her skin was soft, but her grip was like a steel vice. Leo could feel the raw power in her fingers. She was terrifyingly strong.

"I accept," she sneered, leaning in close, "Prepare to bleed, little goblin."

Leo gripped her hand back. He felt her power. She was overwhelmingly stronger. In a fair fight, she would snap his wrist like a twig.

But Leo wasn't playing fair.

He smiled.

"You have a big heart, Bella," he said, his eyes drifting to her chest.

'Aiva,' Leo thought, his mind sharp, 'You know what to do.'

Aiva's voice echoed in his head, dry and judgmental.

[Acknowledged, Master. You are a very bad man.]

Leo's grin lecherously. He squeezed her hand.

"Match one," Leo said. "Start."

"May the best man win!"

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