A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Dark blues narrowed, and Haley lifted up her head. Crimson dripped down her chin, and tear stains covered her cheeks. There was an odd smell in the room, but it was beginning to fade. (F/n)'s eyes briefly glanced from Haley to her broken wrists. The swollen skin there needed ice, but she doubted that the creature would give her any.

(E/c) eyes looked to the container on the table. Red dominated the inside, and she shifted her gaze back to Haley. Her dark blue eyes contained loathing in them, and her fingers clenched lightly. Haley sucked on her lower lip to hold back a cry of pain.

The creature, however, ignored Haley completely. He continued towards the front door, but (f/n) noted a grin on his lips. She glanced back to Haley and her lips. Most likely, he was happy that Haley couldn't speak. (F/n) shared a similar feeling.

If Haley's lips weren't bleeding so much, she probably would've had insult after insult thrown her way, though; that probably would've caused the creature to perform a more drastic measure on Haley. That was something that she didn't desire to witness. The implication of the container on the table was enough.

Opening the door, the creature paused and examined his partner's form. A cold breeze blew into the cabin, but it wasn't strong enough to blow out the fire. It only chilled Haley and her. Instinctively, (f/n) pressed herself more against the creature. Her right shoulder protested, but the rest of her body demanded it. The creature, though, grinned, but that didn't last long. He had forgotten something important for her.

When he turned away from the door and closed it again, (f/n) wondered what he was planning. She peered up to him and saw that his focus was on Haley. Part of her suspected that he would torture Haley in front of her, but that wouldn't make sense with what he had said earlier in the day. Confused, she watched as he set her on the table and approached Haley. Had he changed his plans?

Crouching in front of Haley, the creature reached for her feet. "What size are you?" he asked, which puzzled both girls. His eyes stared back to his partner's. "Well?"

(F/n) glanced to her bare feet before she made the connection. Wearing Haley's shoes wasn't exactly something that she wished for, but she couldn't be picky. Besides, Haley was sitting right next to the fire. "(F/s)."

Taking off one of the younger teen's boots, the creature examined the bottom. "They're a size bigger, but that'll have to do. I can't have your feet freezing out there." He giggled and met her gaze. "Well, I could. Then, you most definitely wouldn't be able to walk." Haley almost looked like she was laughing, but the older teen barely paid her attention.

"I ... thou-thought ..."

Giggling even more, the creature stood up with the boot. "Yes, I'm going to take care of you." He walked over to her and giggled. "I'm your protector, but," he leaned down towards her height, and she moved back as best as she could, "don't you think that I could protect you better if you can't walk? Then, all I have to do is carry you around. That'll make it even harder for your plan to succeed since I'll always be near you. In fact, I could even break your feet."

She gulped, and she heard Haley mumble something, but it was inaudible. The creature's expression was his usual terrifying one, and he could be completely serious. He crouched in front of her, and she swung her feet back. (F/n) winced from the movement, but she didn't wish for the creature to be close to them.

Unfortunately, her plan was far too weak. The creature grabbed her right foot and forced it out. She would've wrenched it free, but she didn't wish fall back into the container and hit the table. Her back was recovering too. His right hand ran over her skin, and his thumb pressed on one of the bones. At that, she wiggled her foot to loosen his grip, but it had no effect.

Biting her bottom lip, she felt him press down harder. Scared that he would actually break it, she cried out, "I thought that you loved me! If you do, you wouldn't break my foot!" (F/n) heard noise to her right and presumed that Haley was enjoying the show. Several comments probably would've left her mouth again, but the younger teen continued to suck on her lips.

His pale eyes met hers before he giggled. "(F/n), that's not going to work on me. I do love you, but you can't tell me what to do with it. Caring for someone is part of loving them, and I'm doing that in my own unique way. Whether you approve of it or not doesn't matter." He diverted his gaze back to her foot, and his thumb let up on the pressure.

It glided across her skin, and a shiver ran over her. Her foot twitched and ached to be away from his now delicate touch. A tiny grin covered his lips. "Your skin is always so smooth, and I can almost feel the blood coursing under it." He leaned down and placed a kiss on top of her foot. The sensation made her draw it back, and he allowed her to do so. Another giggle escaped him.

Pulling back from her some, he rested his hand under her ankle and lifted her foot. Was he going to break it now? Her body tensed, and the creature glanced up to her. He giggled again before he focused back on her appendage. The creature slipped the boot onto her foot and started to lace it up. (F/n) didn't lower her guard since he could very easily still break her foot through the shoe.

"Onto the next one." He stood up and approached Haley once more. That time, she moved her foot more, but it only continued to wriggle in the restraint. Her movement did make it hard to untie the boot, so the creature firmly grasped her shin and shoved it back against the chair. Any more force and he would break her leg bones. A bruise was already forming on her skin.

Shooting menacing eyes at the older teen, Haley parted her lips. The blood had stopped a little, and she spit out some of it. A laugh left her. "I re-really di ..." She expelled more blood. "I really did a number on you." Haley chuckled before it stopped abruptly. "But, you deserved every stab. I could've k-k..." More crimson left her. "Killed you. You don't deserve ..." Her boot impacted the side of her face before another round of blood parted from her lips.

"I'm tired of you speaking. Your lips' condition should be evident of that. You'll talk on our next session." The creature scanned over the boot and frowned. Haley lifted her head back up and practically growled at him. He quirked a brow. "Oh, I thought that I was the beast." His nails rose before they tapped her on the head, and he giggled. "But, I'm glad that you realized your role here, but I'm going to tame you so that I can get my answers."

Roughly, Haley moved her head away from him. His nails almost cut her scalp, but a few strands of hair did come loose. The younger teen spat blood at him, but he stepped to his left and avoided it; however, he wasn't amused by her action. He swung the boot at her again. That time, she became unconscious. "Well, I suppose that suits us both." Staring back to her, he grinned and giggled. "Don't you think?"

Not returning his smile, she changed her attention back to the front door. "It would be better if you were unconscious too," she muttered even though she was reliant on him. She would be still in bed if he hadn't helped her out. Either that or she would be on the floor and groaning in pain from falling off.

"I'd have to disagree." He walked in front of her again. "I'm your legs and arms right now. And with how you acted about your foot, I don't think that you'd wish to lose those." She froze, and he giggled. "Now, now, I won't remove your actual limbs from you. You understood perfectly what I had meant." His eyes peered back to Haley. "She, on the other hand, might."

"Why ..."

"We've been through that already. She'll die when I want her to." His eyes landed back on her, and he held up the boot. Displeasure crossed his countenance. "Sorry about the blood, but she really needed to shut up. She's incapable of learning, though. It's rather annoying. You, though, are perfect and understand when to back down from me. You're a good learner, my pink flower."

Sitting in front of her, he took hold of her left foot and slipped the boot on before he worked on securing it to her foot. A scowl crossed her lips. "You make it sound like I'm some pet of yours."

Shaking his head and giggling, he tied the last knot. "Not at all. A pet wouldn't have earned my affection. I'd rather focus that all on my love." An amused gleam crept into his eyes. "Besides if you were my pet, I'd have a collar and leash on you to make sure that you obeyed my every order. But, that's not our relationship. We've gone over the two layers of ours."

Back to his full height, he picked her up gently. "Now, let's go outside so that we can hurry back in and get you warmed up." A huff left her, but she was glad to know that he wouldn't consider her to be a pet. That feeling only increased at thought of her wearing a collar and leash. She shivered at the idea, and another chill raced over her when the cold air met them once more.