Part 2256 – Mark Caten, Just Tell Her What You Want.

Mark Caten smiled – a lascivious greasebomb of a smile – as Preyuna entered the room. “Well. Well. Well. If it isn’t my dear soured sugar muffin of a cupcake. But I shouldn’t be surprised to see you. You are here because of an act of my almighty will.”

She stormed over to the front of his desk. “Don’t exaggerate. You sent your guard after me.”

As if on cue, Dave entered the room and returned to his assigned position.

“Which was an act of my almighty will.” He leaned back in his seat. “But I shouldn’t need to explain myself further than that. After all, cupcake, you know just how almighty my will is.”

“If that is supposed to be an innuendo, I will turn around and leave this room.”

“Hahahahahahahaha! Innuendo…Hahahahahahahahaha! I was stating a plain fact.”

“How lovely for you.” she said dryly. “I’m here. What do you want from me?”

“Ohhh, you don’t have to phrase it like that.” He stood. “You should be thrilled to be in my presence and, of course, I’m sure you are. How could you feel anything less than an ecstatic thrill to be so near to your god?”

“I don’t think that question was meant to be answered.”

He sauntered over to her. “Hahahaha! You ARE in a mood today, aren’t you?” He stopped beside Preyuna and looked knowingly at her. “That boiled spoiled turnip of a vampire turned you down again. Of course, he did. I’m surprised you even bothered.”

She scowled. “What are you even talking about?”

“You went down to him just a few minutes ago.”

She stiffened, but said nothing.

“I know. I saw you. I saw him. I see everything, Preyuna.” He curled his hands around her neck. “Don’t ever forget that, cupcake. I see everything.”

“What do you want?”

“Your adoration and worship.” His expression hardened. “I want you to tremble and grovel whenever you see me. I want you to crumple into a big messy ball when you hear my voice.”

“That will never happen, Caten. I am a queen.”

“So what?” He squeezed her neck. “I am a god. I outrank you.” His expression softened as she gasped for breath. “I outrank you by so much. So very much.” He kissed her open, gasping mouth.

She grabbed the front of his shirt and struggled to push him away.

But he held onto her neck. He kept kissing her. Such hard, loveless kisses.

Her struggles became more disordered and frantic.

But he wouldn’t let her go.

Mark! Mark, please! Please stop! Stop! STOP!

He ended the kiss and watched her struggle to breathe. He smirked. “Let this be a lesson to you.” He released her neck.

She stumbled back, rubbing her neck and panting.

Mark Caten grabbed her shoulders and forced her to sit on his desk. “I know you were trying to talk him into killing me.” He moved closer to her. “Oh, cupcake. I know.”

“If…you…touch me…again…I’ll snap…your…fingers.”

“Hahahahaha! As if you would dare to injure my divine person! Don’t forget: I have power over you.” He spread his hands on her thighs.

She glared at him.

“That power will always be there, hanging over your head like the tip of a sword. Even after I die, it will still be there.”

“What do you want?”

“What do I want?” His smirk fell. Hurt surfaced in his eyes. “I want my little girl. I dreamed of her again, my dear Olessa. I called that good for nothing slacker Mayhew, but he didn’t answer. He didn’t answer and Ambrose Smith is still out there, living his life when he should be suffering. Suffering like me. Just like me.”

Mark Caten took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He refocused on her. “What do I want? I want you to leave Robin alone. Give him some time to marinate in his misery. Let him feel hungry. Let him go mad with his hunger. Let him feel abandoned, forsaken, completely alone. Then, when he’s in the supreme level of utter misery, then. Yes. Then, he will be ready. He will be my shiny new ax that I will use to hack out Ambrose Smith’s heart.”

Preyuna huffed out a sigh. “Stupid human. Metal, no matter how sharp, cannot harm a vampire.”

“I was being METAPHORICAL!”

“That word does not mean what you seem to think it does.”

“Hahahahaha! Of course, it does. I am a god. I make all of the words and their definitions.”

“You wish.”

“Oh, no. My dear pear and cream cheese cupcake.” He dug his fingers into the silk folds of her black and gold gown. “I know.”

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