Emmi: Gunners Toy

I walk into the room, and the music instantly floods my ears. The lights are low, but there’re party lights? What the actual fuck? I want to laugh until I see the guy strapped up naked with a dagger sticking out of his foot. Wait, toy as in a person? I turn and look at Gunner as his fingers stroke along the daggers.

“By toy, I thought you meant like knives and daggers.” Not a fucking person!

“I have those toys as well. Pick one.” He points to them. I look at the guy. He is quiet, for some reason?

I walk over and pick up a dagger I like. It is one I would love to keep. I play with it in my hands and smile.

“Aim for anywhere other than his foot or shoulder. I already got them covered.” Gunner explains.

I look between him and the guy. “Erm, can I just watch for now?” I don’t want to go torturing a guy.

“Of course, little kitten, you decide what to do in this room tonight.” He says that, yet if I tell him to let this guy go, will he listen? I watch as he picks up a dagger. Sitting next to