Dark Melody pt4

At that very moment the door opened and Spades Slick could see Snowman's feet and the lower part of her calves in the doorway. Slowly he lifted his head, seeing that she was looking down at him with a rather annoyed expression. "Well, well, what have we here?" she said after a moment of silence.
He lifted his head to see her smirking at him around her cigarette holder.  
"Trying to escape, Slick?" she asked him. "You should know by now that isn't going to happen."
He growled at her even as she walked over and looked down at him with an amused expression. "Hmmm.. maybe I'll just leave you like that for awhile, to teach you a lesson." she said. "You can't exactly cause trouble if you can't move around."
"Just shut up!"
She chucked and kicked him hard in the stomach.
He gasped then coughed, trying to catch his breath. She'd knocked the wind out of him. "I think maybe you're the one who should be shutting up." she said kneeling down and looking at his face. "that is, if you don't want to be punished anymore."
He didn't respond because he couldn't, he was too focused on getting enough air to breath properly. But if he could talk she would have gotten an earful of profanity.  
She got back up and went to the dresser and vanity combination. "So let me guess, you were trying to find something to cut yourself lose with and the chair fell over on you?" she turned back to him and blew smoke in his direction. "Don't answer  that, I already know the conclusion."
Then why had she asked in the first place?  
"Like I said before," she responded, matter of factly, "the only way you're getting out of here is if I let you and I don't intend to do so anytime soon, if at all."
That's what she thought. If he could free himself things would be a lot different. She wouldn't be so cocky right now, in fact she'd have a knife buried deep in her stomach...
"Oh Jack..."
"Don't call me that!" he shouted.
She rolled her eyes. "Let's not go in a circle, Slick," she said, using his current name. She seemed to enjoy switching, probably because it got under his skin so much. "It's boring."
"Then untie me and I'll make things interesting." He snapped at her. "Go on, I dare you."
She toed him with her foot, making a giggling sound. He was so amusing when he got like this. Of course she wasn't going to untie him, not yet anyway, she wanted to let him stew awhile. "Slick, I'm not stupid and I know you aren't either," she said as if she was talking to a child. "Much as you'd love to give me a taste of your knife  you know you can't, unless of course you want the universe as you know it to crumble before you." she took another drag of her cigarette. "Sometimes I wonder if you have other reasons for not trying to kill me besides the obvious."
"Don't flatter yourself," he scoffed.
"I'm not flattering myself, I know how you are, slick." she sat the holder down and pushed away from the dresser. "but I'd suggest you keep your voice down. If the other members of the Felt find out I have you all to myself they won't be very happy." she rested her foot on the chair and gently rocked it. "and you think I'm bad, if all fifteen knew you'd be in pieces right now."
Spades didn't respond. She just might be right about that. He was just one person and he wasn't even armed. she'd taken all of his weapons away, including his war chest and knives. If he had to fight his way out of there without any kind of weapon he was dead.  
"How would you like it if I did tell them?" she asked. "For now they don't know since I decided to keep you for myself."
"I don't care what you do."
"Do you really believe that?" she wanted to know. "Because I honestly don't think you do."
"Bluh bluh bluh," he said, rolling his eyes. "You women are all the same. You talk too much."
"And you don't change either," she remarked, unfazed by the insult.  
"I'm just fine the way I am."
She chuckled. "Of course you'd think that, you never did think you could do wrong." Suddenly she leaned down and grabbed his arms, pulling him and the chair he was in up off the floor. "I'm tired of talking. I think it's about time we did something different..."
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Derse: Years Previous
Jack Noir lay on the black queen's bed, naked with his wrists tied to one of the bed posts. He stared at the ceiling of the room, looking completely out of it.  
Hours had passed since she'd ordered him to come into her room and then had dealt a severe punishment on him for pulling out a knife on her. Red welts covered his black skin, throbbing with pain from her scratching at him with her long fingernails out of anger and a perverse pleasure at the sound of his screams. At some point during his punishment his mind had shut down to what was happening and he didn't even remember what happened after she'd slashed a bloody scratch across his chest.
As his mind slowly began woke to reality, he wondered why she hadn't killed him in the process.  
It had been clear she'd wanted to. Everything in her body language had proven this. So why hadn't she...?
As his thoughts came into focus he became aware of the pain in his body and a cold feeling within himself. Something was beginning to freeze inside him as his hurt slowly began to form into cold bitterness. She'd gone too far that time, destroying what little bits of self he had left.  
His very soul was turning into a block of ice.
The Archagent closed his eyes, gritting his teeth and forcing whatever tears he might have shed to stay locked inside him. He wouldn't cry and he wouldn't break, he would not give her any sort of satisfaction.
She would pay, no matter how long it took she would pay.  
The sound of movement caused him to look toward the bedroom door.. It slowly opened and in stepped the  Draconian Dignitary, one of the other higher ups in the castle, and in some ways his best friend. If he could call anyone his friend, that is.
The taller Dersite stared at Jack expressionless for a moment before sighing as if he'd been expecting this all along.  
"The queen said I'd find you here," he said, walking over to the bed and gave him a once over. "Looks like you went overboard again, Mr. Noir."
Jack didn't respond. He was still trying to recover himself enough to talk. It would take awhile.  
"I'm afraid I can't free you, though," this companion told him, sounding like he didn't really care. "She ordered me to come here and make sure you were alive but that's about it. I don't think she's finished with you yet."
No... that block of ice inside him grew harder. What else could she do to him?
The Dignitary actually shot him a sympathetic look, or what could be mistaken for one. Out of the four most important people working for the royal couple, Jack Noir was the only one she treated so abusively.  The others had discussed on previous occasions that the queen might have black feelings for Jack Noir but they never said that to him. They were pretty sure if they did he wouldn't take it very well. But this... this made the Dignitary wonder if Noir already knew.
The tall man lit a cigarette, looking down at his shorter comrade. "Whatever you did I think you might want to apologize to her Majesty unless you want a repeat of what happened just now," he blew the smoke out of his mouth. "you know how she is. I think she'd give you a break if you grovel."
"Nnn..." he moaned, shaking his head, though it hurt his neck.  
"I am perfectly aware it would hurt your pride to do so but in this case I'd suggest just doing it before she finds other ways to humiliate you further."
"No!" he snapped, suddenly gaining full access to his emotions. "I won't apologize!"
The Dignitary sighed, shaking his head sadly. "You're just asking for more pain, Noir," he reminded him. "She's not going to let you off easy this time and you know it."
Jack glared at him, squirming against his bonds. "Untie me and we'll see who gets off easy," he hissed.
The other capace stared at him with no emotion. "You know very well I can't do that, Noir," he said quietly.
Jack started squirming around to free himself, growling. If his so called "best friend" wouldn't do it he'd do it himself.
"If you keep this up you're going to go black for her," he went on.  
"I will not go black for her!" he shouted. "I will kill her!"
The dignitary made no comment to his proclamation. He concluded that silence would be the best choice at that moment, especially since he heard footsteps coming down the hall to the room.  
Jack also heard the footsteps and went rigid, his white eyes widening as he turned his attention toward the door.  Oh no.
His comrade also looked toward the door, sinking into a stony silence as the portal slowly slid open revealing the Black Queen standing there, her one hand on the doorknob and her other on her hip.  
The queen gave the Dignitary a look and he quickly slipped out of the room, leaving her alone with Jack Noir who glared at her from the bed.  
She frowned as she moved slowly toward him. "Still haven't learned your lesson, Jack?" she asked him, though his expression answered that question more than any words could. "Do I have to teach you another lesson?"
He shouted obscenities at her which made her frown deepen. So much for breaking his spirit, her punishment only seemed to make him more defiant and angry toward her...
Interesting...
For some reason that made her smile.
0000
Present Time
Spades Slick's arms felt like they were coming out of their sockets. It was utter agony but it wasn't as bad as it seemed. Carapaces like himself and his consorts had a high tolerance for pain since their bodies were encased in hard shells. Of course that didn't mean he wanted that pain, he'd rather be giving it to other people.  
He growled, jerking away from what was causing all that pain and got a slap across the face for it.  
"Hold still, Slick!" Snowman's voice snapped at him.  
"Get your filthy claws off me, you vile waif!" he shot back, turning slightly to kicked her off of him.  
She snarled, grabbing onto his arms again and yanking hard enough to make him yelp in pain. "Do that again and I'll shove this knife into your spine!"
He growled but went still, asking himself how he'd been so stupid to wind up making a bad situation worse.  
The mob boss thought he could outsmart the coat clad female, choosing to make the dumbest move in his life.  
The moment she'd untied him from the chair he'd given her a shove which had knocked her back into the wall. While she'd been recovering he'd made a break for the door, kicking it open and taking off down the hall...
Only to run into that big burly Felt member Cans who'd taken great pleasure in pummeling him before Snowman managed to stop him. "Stop that right now!"
"Yur gonna get in soo much trouble is the Big Boss finds out you got the little mobster fur a playthang," Cans informed the only female Felt member as she stood before him with her hands on her hips.  
"Don't tell him and he won't ever know," she said, frowning.  
"What in it fur me?" he asked her, refusing to hand the carapace over.  
Snowman didn't respond to the question, obviously needing time to come up with a good response. Eventually she did come up with something, something she said in such a low tone Spades couldn't hear it. Whatever it was it had appeased the brute and he'd handed the mobster over to the sole female Felt member.  
"Don't furget." he wearned her.
"I won't."
Of course that didn't make him any more secure and he didn't relax. Spades squirmed against her hold. "Stop it!" he shouted at her.  
"If you say so." the released her hold on him, allowing the gangster to crash onto the floor. His arms, which had been dislocated during the beating from the large punk, flopped uselessly beside him. He started cursing her out, using every foul four letter word in the English language.  
She took it in stride, giving him a good whack on the buttocks with her black inches which only made him scream louder at her.  
Snowman then simply grabbed his ankle and drug his screaming, cursing, form back to her room where she cerimoniously dumped him on the floor and sat on his back as she waited for him to cool down.  
"Get your fat butt off my back!" he shouted at her angrily, though he actually used much more colorful language. "I'm not your bloody throne!"
Snowman merely chuckled at his tirade and lit a cigarette.  
After awhile Spades finally calmed down, running out of steam and profanity. After she was satisfied that he was indeed in a civil state and he was quiet she looked down at him. "Ready to talk yet, Slick?" she asked, still not moving from her position on his back.
"Stupid woman." he growled.  
"I guess that's a no." she put her cigarette out on his butt which made him spew another string of curses.  
She got up now, leaving him to his yelling which he instantly stopped when her weight lifted off his back. He watched her in silence, suspicious. He would have gotten up and attacked her but his arms were still useless.  
After a moment of silence, and after Snowman finished her cigarette, she looked down at him and asked casually. "Are you quite finished?"
Slick looked away, not wanting to talk to her.
"You going to pout now?" she asked, frowning. "You can't blame me for this, Jack. You shouldn't have run out of my room like that. If anyone's at fault here it would be you."
"Oh shut up," he growled.
She toed his side with her foot. "Oh stop it," she ordered. "keep that up and I won't put your arms back into their sockets. You can just stay that way with your limbs flopping all over."
"And you would enjoy that, wouldn't you?" he snapped.  
"Well it would keep you from acting like an idiot more," she gave his butt a light kick. "and you can't do anything to me like this, except maybe bite my ankles."  
"Oh shut up!"
She shook her head. "Jack, Jack, Jack." she said in exasperation motherlike tone. "What am I going to do with you?"
"You could let me go," he growled at her."'and never put your grimy hands on me again!"
She chuckled, grabbing the back of his suit coat and yanking him to his feet. "Now why would I want to do that?" she asked. "Why would you want me to do that? We can't have a black relationship if I don't get to be near you."
"Maybe that's what I want!"
She placed her hand on his neck, leaning forward and resting her chin on his shoulder. "We both know you don't want that," she informed him subtly. "You can lie to yourself and to me but we both know what you desire is not that you say."
"What would you know what that?" he growled, squirming in her grip.
She whispered in his ear. "Because I know you better than you even know yourself..."