Matthew's Rage

Song was exploring the shops, trying to find the sexiest and sluttiest things she could.

"SONG" boomed Matthew as he rounded the corner.

"Master, I-" she started but was cut off by a hand around throat.

"Let me make one this clear to you. If you hit your sister again, I'll make you dearly regret it" he warned before dropping her.

"She's the only person that has put up with your shit. The least you can do is be a decent person to her" he said before storming off.

When he rounded the corner, he was met by Violet.

"Save it" he snapped.

"Do you think you're in charge here?" asked Violet, making him stop.

"I think you need me to play along in order for this to work" her said, his back to her.

"I'll get you to play along no matter what" she said with a smirk. But this made Matthew chuckle.

"Perhaps. But you and I both know that you're on your own" said Matthew. This made Violet grimace.

"How do you know that" she demanded.

"I told you not to underestimate me. I know that your supervisors told you that you're on your own with me. Bringing me on was too much of a risk" he said. Before Violet knew it, he was behind her with a sword pressed against her neck.

"The only reason I haven't cut your throat is that killing the host likely would prevent us from ever leaving" he said. And just like that, he was gone. Violet let out a shakey breath. She has to be more careful. One wrong move, and it's all over.