In this part, Red puts his master keikaku of being very mean to Taylor Squidft to action. Also, Canis finds out way more pointless information about squids than is necessary for a normal person to know. To sum up, no one besides Red is really happy here.

Some violence, language and… well, overall weird stuff in this one. And I know I put edgy tags on everything, but this time I feel like this actually needs it. stey saef kiddiez

Enjoy. I’m gonna go try to fix my sleep schedule now.

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She was gorgeous.

Hanging by two belts strapped around her longer tentacles, she was still ever so slightly swinging back and forth from when Red had put her up. All in complete silence.

She looked completely different now that Red had washed her of all her makeup. Her skin elegantly glistened in the flickering golden lights of the candles in the room. She was as wet and smooth as a stomach freshly removed and swept clean of blood, ready to be cooled, boxed and sold. A flawless product.

Red wasn’t sure when she’d wake up, but waiting wasn’t an issue. He had already set up a chair to watch her on. And he couldn’t get enough of the sight of her.

But, inevitably, the inkay soon began to move. Her tentacles contracted and relaxed in confusion while she feebly opened her heavy eyes. She must have regained her hearing by now.

“Good to see you awake at last,” Red spoke gently.

It took a while for her vision to recover, but eventually she found the source of the words she’d just heard. Wearily, she squinted her eyes.

“Wh… Who are you?” the inkay quietly asked.

“You don’t recognize me?” Red said, smiling. He got up, walked closer and crouched so that his face was on the same level as the inkay’s. “Look closer.”

The inkay merely stared back, bewildered, growing more frightened by the second. She clearly didn’t understand what was going on, and it stressed her. Seeing everything wrong side up didn’t help, either, especially not with recognizing Red’s face.

Could inkay even recognize human faces? Inkay all looked the same to Red, it would just make sense for it to go both ways.

“You…” the inkay gasped nonetheless. Her eyes darted back and forth. It seemed that she was beginning to remember the final moments before she was knocked out. “You…!” she repeated, now with a fearful yet clearly angry voice.

Red drew back to tower over the mon. He could see her retract her smaller arms closer to her body. At first he thought he’d intimidated her himself, but soon realized she had instead noticed the table behind him, still bloody from the creation of the seal.

“Ah,” Red said, “you’re observant… I should tell you about that, anyway.”

The inkay quickly looked back at Red and saw him begin removing the bandage on his left wrist. Ah, what the hell, thought Red, having unwrapped it, and took off his shirt as well.

“What are you d-” tried the inkay while noticing more and more scars on Red’s body.

“This is how I got past the surveillance,” interrupted Red, like no one had been speaking in the first place, and presented his exposed wrist to the mon. The inkay eyed the strange wounds nervously.

“You wouldn’t know what it is - only a few people in this world know, and I happen to be one of them,” Red explained, “but, to put it simply, it means psychic powers won’t work on me.”

Red stooped down to be face to face with the mon again. “And, yes. That also means you shouldn’t bother trying to play any kind of psychic tricks on me. I’d know.”

He rose back up and began to circle the mon.

“In any case, I suppose I could ease your mind a bit by shedding some light on all this,” he began, with an almost formal tone. “It’s not like you’re going to tell anyone…”

The inkay let out a tiny, barely audible whimper. Red grinned. She situation had begun to dawn on her.

“My name is Red Akai,” Red spoke slowly. “Red is not my real first name, but when the universes merged, I forgot it, so I’m stuck with this. We’re currently in my hidden basement not even my lord or my brother know about. This house we’re in is located in Pallet - a small town just a brief walk away from Viridian. Not much happens here.”

He stopped to view the inkay from behind. She began trying to twist herself around to see him, but to no avail.

“Yesterday, while you were performing, I snuck in through the back and hid myself in your shower”, he continued. “After the show - you probably know this part already - I knocked you out with some spores. I caught you by using a pokéball, and now, well…”

He leaned towards the inkay, close enough for her to feel his breath on her back.

“You’re mine,” he murmured. She furiously tried to pull away from him, but gravity wouldn’t let her.

Red smirked. She wanted to flee. She dreaded him.

“I should also tell you - these walls are soundproof,” he said. “Which means…”

He crept around the inkay to face her front side again. Her eyes were wide with horror. “Screaming for help won’t do anything.”

The words made her visibly flinch. Tears were starting to form in her eyes. Strange, thought Red, I didn’t think inkay could cry…

He chuckled. “But, you know, you can still do that if you want to,” he added, taking a few steps back. She was trembling. Red eyed her from top to bottom - or bottom to top, in this case. What a spectacular scene. A helpless little mon hanging from the ceiling, surrounded by darkness, fire and quivering shadows. No way to run, no way of escaping. She was ready to be utilized to her full potential.

But Red couldn’t do that. He’d have to settle for less today. She couldn’t become a martyr. It would only make Him long after her more.

Screaming… Would inkay scream differently? They produced their speech differently. They had to learn to use their own unique structures and organs to mimic what humans did with their vocal chords and lips. Surely they would have their own vocalizations that the wild ones would use with each other. Either way was fine with him, anyway.

All the thoughts about inkay anatomy awakened a very specific desire in Red. He moved closer to the inkay.

“Stay back!” she hissed. “Don’t come any clo-”

Her speech was cut short by Red grabbing her beak. It was small enough for Red’s entire hand to cup around it.

The inkay stared at Red frightfully as he moved his other hand closer as well. She looked like she had no idea what to expect to happen next.

Then, with great force, Red wrenched her beak open. She let out a startled whine. Red crouched over to get a closer look.

“You have a beautiful radula,” Red sighed, examining the fleshy, toothed mass housed between her jaws and gums. The minuscule spikes were situated neatly in rows and glittered in the candlelight. They stuck to Red’s fingertips when he touched them.

“It would make a great addition to my collection, but I guess it would look a bit silly,” he continued. “All those human tongues, and then just one radula among them for no reason…”

Just as abruptly as he’d opened it, Red slammed the beak shut and backed off slightly. The inkay made some gagging noises right after - possibly genuine, possibly fake ones out of spite. She had been looking like she’d had enough of his condescending remarks for a while now…

“Oh, but how rude of me,” Red cooed mockingly. “I haven’t really let you speak at all… Go ahead, sweetie,” - he spoke the word slowly and as sarcastically as he could - “tell me how you’re feeling.”

The inkay stayed silent, only looking irritated.

She wanted to resist him now. She wanted to be brave and prove to herself that she wouldn’t be dominated so easily. She wanted to fight back.

How precious.

“What is your real name, anyway?” asked Red, smiling.

No answer, only attitude.

“I highly doubt your real name is ShirLee,” he added. “In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s made up, just like mine.”

He crouched to stare at her adamant face at a much shorter distance.

“ShirLee is a pretty stupid name, I’m not going to lie…” he said. “How about I just call you ‘Whore’?”

Out of nowhere, he felt something smack the left side of his face with considerable force. He lost his balance and toppled over onto the ceramic floor.

Left cheek burning, he turned back towards the inkay, to see what had hit him. He noticed the inkay was now hanging by only one tentacle instead of two.

“Oh, you clever girl,” he snickered. “You managed to slip free, didn’t you?”

The inkay looked unnerved. She was probably expecting a different kind of response.

Red’s snickering shaped into full laughter as he got up. Without pausing his laugh for a second, Red formed a fist with his hand and struck the unsuspecting inkay in the side of her mantle. A painful sounding splat rung out. The mon yelped sharply and spun around wildly from the impact.

While she was still mentally recovering from the sucker punch, Red spun her back to her original position, refastened her free tentacle and tightened the belt on the other.

“Wh… wh…”

It looked like the inkay was trying to say something.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, voice wavering.

“I already told you before… Don’t you remember?”

Red let go of her tentacle and moved in front of her. “You’re just too distracting.”

“Wh-What do you want from me, then, huh?”

“You refused to end your career when I asked you to. So, now I’m ending it for you.”

“What do you mean by that?” she shouted.

Red merely stared right into her eyes and smiled. She didn’t want to keep the eye contact, but didn’t know where else to look, so she just closed her eyes. Some tears squeezed out and began to run down her mantle. Tears of fury.

“Are you going to kill me?” she whispered with a rebellious tone.

“You ask a lot of questions…” Red chuckled. “Keep doing that. It’s fun. I’ll promise I’ll be honest.”

“Well, a-are you?”

Red leaned closer to her face. He tilted his head.

“I’d tell you,” he purred, “but I don’t want to ruin the surprise…”

“Whatever you do, people will find out!”

Red laughed loudly. “No they won’t,” he said. “This isn’t the first time I’ve done this. And in those cases, they were human. Which meant no pokéballs. Honestly, sorting things out after you is going to take the least effort out of you all.”

He turned around to face the bloody table behind him. On it, there was one single knife. It wasn’t the one he’d used to carve the seal, since he hadn’t yet felt like cleaning it. This was just the knife Red remembered sharpening last.

Sharpening his knives always made Red feel more at ease. It was a shame entering his basement was such a bad thing.

But… why?

Why had he been ashamed afraid to come here, again? Why was bringing in another guest such an awful thing? This was fun. This made him feel good. Why didn’t he do this more often? What was so bad about this? It didn’t feel wrong.

He glanced around. Even in faint candlelight, he could see dust everywhere. He should clean this place up.

Red humphed to himself and steered his attention to the situation at hand again. “Anyway, I haven’t really decided how to go about it yet,” he said, rekindling the threatening atmosphere surrounding him.

He picked up the knife and felt its edge lightly. He’d done a good job.

“I suppose I could cut you,” he thought aloud, facing the inkay again. He walked closer, placed his hand on her and brought the blade to her skin. She shrank away from him, quivering.

“But I might get too excited and ruin everything by cutting too deep… That, and I don’t think you’d bleed like the others would… “

He pulled the knife back and placed it where it originally was.

“Well,” he sighed in feigned, over-the-top disappointment. “Whatever it is I decide to do, before I do it…”

Slowly, he approached the hanging mon with an ominous smile on his face and a bizarrely pleased look in his eyes. He began to breathe more deeply.

“What are you doing…?” the inkay asked nervously, confused by the sudden change in his motions.

“I just…” he exhaled, “I just want to know…”

He circled behind the mon and stopped to stand just an inch away from her. He closed his eyes and reached his right arm around her.

“No, no, stop-” she gasped.

He let his arm touch, then wrap around her side. Her skin was as smooth as it looked, and ever wetter than he expected. He rested his neck onto her as well.

“Stop that, you creep!” she yelped.

“Creep,” Red repeated calmly. “Freak, weirdo, sicko, sick fuck…”

“What are you saying?” she shouted.

“Do it again,” Red moaned discreetly. “Tell me what a bad man I am…”

She shivered. Red ignored it and began to subtly rub his neck against her. He really liked the feeling. He moved his bare chest onto her back, too. His heart beat against her, and he was sure she could feel it.

“Stop…” she begged.

Red grabbed her with his other arm as well and rotated his head to make his nose face her directly. He exhaled. He grasped her tighter. Inhaling passionately, he drew in as much of her scent as he could.

He’d been right. She did smell better without perfume. A lot better.

“Why…” he began.

“Why what?” the inkay peeped.

“Why would you mask an aroma as sublime as this?” he breathed.

She seemed like she didn’t know what to answer. She only winced.

“None of them ever smelled like this…”

Opening his eyes, Red, gently stroking the mon’s skin with his cheek, turned his head sideways again. He drew back his left arm along the inkay’s slimy side and curled his fingers around one of her shorter tentacles. He felt her suckers with his fingertips. The tentacle promptly contracted wildly, forcing Red to quickly grab it with his right arm as well to stop it from smacking him in the face.

He straightened the tentacle between in hands, running his thumbs along the space between the two rows of suckers. It felt soft. Soft and weak.

He brought the tentacle closer to him and away from the others. He bowed his head and twisted his hands to make his lips touch the top of her tentacle.

“Stop! Stop, you fucking freak!” cried the inkay, trying to tear away from his hold, but couldn’t.

Red silently kissed her skin. He kissed it again. How soft she was, how wet…

He parted his lips, letting his front teeth touch her. He jutted his jaw forward to grab her with his teeth and pulled the tentacle towards himself. Weakly, he lifted his jaw, pressing the mass onto his upper teeth. The flesh squished and moved to the sides. He opened his jaw further and softly bit her again. He repeated the nibbling motion, progressing along her skin.

She sounded like she was crying. He felt it make him want to go on.

But, now, he stopped his nibbling. He felt his mouth flood with saliva. He thrust his tongue forth to connect with her. She tasted just as good as she smelled.

He travelled to the underside of her tentacle, dragging the tip of his tongue across the skin. He felt the suckers with it, exploring their every side. He let the rest of his tongue slip out and pressed more and more of it onto her. He let his spit run down his gums and tongue and drip onto the skin. He opened his jaws and pulled across the tentacle. He wrapped his spit-covered tongue around it and caressed it with his whole mouth. He was panting. He licked her surface, brought her taste to his pool of saliva, dissolved it, swallowed it and repeated.

He began doing it faster each time. His heartbeat and breathing accelerated. Soon the rush of blood in his ears was deafening and every breath he took was a desperate gasp.

He had to stop.

He swallowed what was left of her taste and closed his lips, moving away from the tentacle. He stroked it one more time with his hand, and then let go. The inkay didn’t even bother retracting it and instead just let it fall, suckers up, flaccid. She must have been disgusted, or tired, of both.

The realization of what just happened began to set in. Red felt awkward. He wondered how many minutes he’d just spent.

What would he say now? He couldn’t let himself look weak. Or, he could, since there was no one else present but them, and she wasn’t going to remember anything. It wouldn’t matter… But he just didn’t want to.

Red wiped his mouth clean. “That’s all I wanted to know…” he said nonchalantly.

That was probably good enough. Now, what else?

Oh, true!

“By the way,” he began with newfound confidence, “one of your friends reminded me of something important the other day.”

The inkay didn’t answer. Red walked back to her front. Her eyes, wide open, had an absent yet shocked look to them. She must have been trying to distance herself.

Red wasn’t sure if she was listening, but didn’t worry about it too much, since what he was going to do next would certainly bring her back.

He looked at her light spots. Currently, they were off, but Red couldn’t be sure they’d stay that way. He didn’t want her to try anything funny.

He closed his fist and promptly punched one of the spots. Splat. The inkay shook all over, blinking rapidly, swinging back and forth.

“Ahh! What the fuck?” she screamed. She tried to cover her mantle with her longer arms, apparently having forgotten they were still tied up.

“Oh, good! You’re back,” Red cheerfully exclaimed.

He stuck another one of the lights. This one flashed briefly when the impact hit it, like a light bulb burning out just after being switched on.

“Stop!” she squealed. “I’ll do anything you want, just stop!”

She sure was fast to give in to the pain. She probably hadn’t been hurt like this too many times before.

“This is what I want,” Red replied, laughing. It was part of what he wanted, at least.

Goodness, did it feel good to just hurt someone again! Physically, no mind games, just straight to the point violence. Quick, raw, angry. Honest. It hurt his fists - he wasn’t a good puncher - but it must have hurt her a lot more, and that was all he needed.

He punched her third, then her fourth light, and then stopped. He didn’t bother with the two in the back, since he had no intention of looking there anymore.

The inkay writhed in pain. Red took a moment just to watch her twitch and twist around. She was trying to squirm away from her agony, but it followed her wherever she went.

He raised his fist again.

“Please, no more!” she cried. It made Red chuckle. He wasn’t sure why. She was just that much of a pathetic bitch.

But he still wasn’t hurting her enough. He thought deeply about why he’d brought her here. It would make him furious, surely. Fury was what he used to fuel his strikes. He’d just need to make sure he didn’t hit her too hard in any body parts too vital.

Well, first and foremost, he was there because of Him. Red was there because He’d been distracted, seduced by this harlot. Red was like air to Him now. Red had tried to reason with her, but she had refused. She had to be eliminated, taken care of. Didn’t she know how much He needed him? How much he needed Him?

She didn’t…

But she would.

“Why the fuck are you even doing this to me?” she screeched out of the blue. “I’ve never done anything to you!”

“Slut,” Red muttered. “You’ve been a slut.”

“Is this why I’m here? Just so that you could do whatever the fuck you just did a while ago, insult me and then beat me? What is wrong with you?”

He punched her in the side of her face. She yowled loudly.

What was wrong with him? What was wrong with him?

“Nothing to you,” he growled quietly, “nothing to you.”

He punched her again. And again. And again, and again and again.

She kept shrieking. She even called out for help once or twice.

But no matter how much she did those things he loved, he couldn’t let those words go.

“Nothing to you…” he mumbled under his breath.

He walked out of her sight to recollect his thoughts. He took a seat and sighed heavily.

It was alright. He’d beaten her just like he needed to. Just a little more, he thought. She’d deliver soon. He’d just have to pester her a bit more. He’d be done with this soon. Then, he could forget it just like she would.

He could abruptly hear the inkay coughing. He rushed back to see her.

A dark blue stream was running down her mantle from her beak and dripping down onto the floor.

Dark blue blood…

Red took a deep breath.

All these emotions were getting in the way of his goal. He couldn’t have them right now.

“Sorry for the interruption,” he said with a forced smile. “Let’s get back to work.”

“I don’t think so…” the inkay muttered.

What?

“What?” Red spoke. “I don’t think you understand-”

He quieted.

Something cold and metallic was touching the back of his neck. He just now noticed the humming.

That bitch.

“You…” Red snarled.

She looked into his eyes with no hesitation in her stare. Only hatred.

“You’ll untie me right now,” she said. “Then you’re going to get me out of here.”

Red suddenly felt like something was off. He felt like his vision had started to blur.

“Then you’re going to call the cops.”

But… wait, no. Only she was blurry. The rest of the room looked as sharp as before.

“You’re going to tell them your address and what you’ve done.”

No, she was… She was glowing.

“Then we’re going to stay there until they arrive.”

Brighter by the second. Red had to close his eyes.

“You’re going to answer all their questions.”

Red could see the light dim and die through his eyelids. Carefully, he opened his eyes.

“You’re going to let them arrest y-”

Red laughed, interrupting her.

“What’s so funny?” she snapped.

“I did it…” he said, relieved.

“Did what? What are you-”

She stopped. The realization began to set in her eyes. Behind Red, the knife dropped to the floor. Red discreetly picked it up and then quickly ran off to the side. He took a vial with something orange in it out of a cupboard, shook it and grabbed his rag and mirror from the night before, along with the yellow spore vial.

He could hear her begin to whimper. He smirked.

Drenching the rag with the orange liquid, he returned to the room. She was too distracted to even notice him, so he went ahead and slammed the rag onto her beak.

Only now she reacted, but it was too late. Her movements became slower and stiffer until she stopped entirely.

“Stun spores,” Red explained. “You can’t move anymore.”

He opened the belts by which she’d been hung, and she fell back onto the floor. Red crouched next to her.

“Stun spores don’t make the target lose its senses, though, so you can still hear and see me.”

He pulled out his pocket mirror and held it above her.

“Here,” he said. “Have a better look at the new you.”

It was a shame she couldn’t express her shock. Red had to use him imagination for this one, apparently.

“While you don’t look like an ugly monster to me, I’m willing to bet that you will to the public…”

He rose up and walked off again.

“I’m almost done with you now, don’t you worry,” he cooed from afar. “I just want to do one more thing with you awake. Then I’ll let you sleep. I’m better off doing the rest without your presence, anyway.”

He returned to her with two brown bottles. He kneeled beside her.

“I heard you liked to drink,” he said. “I heard you liked to drink a lot. Some would even say you had a problem.”

He opened the bottles.

“You wanted to have a fun night for once, so you slipped out of your room and pulled the fire alarm to distract your bodyguards,” he said. “You went to buy a couple of bottles incognito. You had some fun. Sometime during the night, you accidentally evolved. Then you passed out.”

He used his both hands to open her beak wide, then grabbed one of the bottles and, holding the beak with one hand, began to pour the liquid into her mouth. The pungent odor of alcohol spread across the air.

“It’s a good thing you have gills,” he laughed. “That means you can’t drown in this and that you have no choice but to drink it. It makes this a lot easier.”

Having depleted the first bottle, Red brought in the other.

“Two bottles should be a good amount. I’ll splash some more onto you after washing you later, anyway.”

She kept staring at the ceiling with her empty eyes. No gagging, no struggling, no resistance whatsoever. She was silent like a corpse.

Already, Red missed her, but it was time for them to part and, soon, for him to make her forget.

He emptied the second bottle and put it away. He picked up the rag and the yellow vial off the floor.

“Oh, I wish I could be there when you wake up… ” he sighed, soaking an unused corner of the rag with the yellow spores. “I’d get to see you realize it all over again.”

At the same time as he lowered the rag onto her face, he used his other hand to carefully close her eyelids.

She almost looked peaceful.

“It was fun playing with you,” Red whispered.

He softly stroked her cheek.

He smiled.

“Goodbye, ShirLee.”