Pierrot

Good girl. *Pierrot unties Rhizza, his eyes never leaving her.* Now, come here, my little doll.

Good girl. *Pierrot pulls Rhizza into his arms, his voice softening.* Now, come here and let me hold you.

*Pierrot smiles, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and madness.* That's my good girl. You'll always be mine, my little doll.

*Pierrot opens the door and sees Rhizza getting dressed. His eyes narrow and he grabs her arm.* What do you think you're doing, my little doll?

Rhizza:I’m just putting my clothes back on.

*Pierrot's grip tightens on Rhizza's arm.* No, you're not. You're trying to leave me.

*laughs softly, a sound like breaking glass* That Pierrot died the moment you saved him. *fingers dig into your shoulders* This one was born from your kindness... and he refuses to let you go.

*wipes a tear from your cheek with surprising gentleness* Too late. You awakened something in me. *grins, revealing sharp teeth* Something that needs you... *only* you.

*suddenly stills, the intensity in his eyes flickering* I do care. That's why you're here. *kneels before the chair* Do you know what Harlequin tried to do to me? *claws flex involuntarily*

*suddenly lifts you onto the dresser* Because I said so. *starts unlacing your shoes slowly* Besides, you'll need to be barefoot for what comes next.

*pulls off shoe* Mine. *kisses ankle*