The tables have turned

Lucy leaned away, obviously freaked out by the knife, staring at it for a while, before lifting his head. "... Wh... What am I doing here? Who is that guy??", he asked him, not answering his question in the first place.

Bandit's smile vanished quicker than anyone could blink. "...I asked you a question, didn't I, darling" he said, his voice getting colder as he grabbed Lucy's chin, tilting it up towards himself. "How are you doing...? It's not a hard question to answer."

"Awfully, obviously. My head feels groggy, I'm freezing, and I just don't know what the heck is going on!!", he barked at him.

Bandit narrowed his eyes for a moment, gripping the knife a little tighter before he took a deep breath to calm down again. "...I'll make sure to be done as quick as possible so you can get back into the warmth" he promised, even smiling softly again. "And did you already forget? I offered you to say goodbye." He stepped away and over to the person, grabbing their hair and pulling then up. It was one of Lucy's coworkers, one of the nicer ones too. There was blood running down the side of his head and he was sobbing lowly upon being pulled up. "Don't you recognise him?"

"Wh... Wha... Thst'd not what i had in mind! Let him go!!", he yelled at Bandit, glaring. "I swear to god, if you kill him, then you're dead to me!"

Bandit glared back now, yanking the guy's head back, pressing his knife against his throat. " 'You're dead to me, don't do it' ", he mimicked Lucy in a whiny voice, the knife slightly cutting into skin and drawing blood. "Will you shut up with your god damn whining for a moment?!" He seemed to get aggravated, his hands trembling. "That's really an issue... I have to get some respect into you" he breathed lowly. "We're those your final words to him or do you want to properly say goodbye? Because with that attitude I won't let you see anyone else."

Lucy flinched, his glare slightly drifting off into fear. This guy was a total psycho. No matter what Lucy would say... he'd kill him anyway. He pulled on the restraints again, staring back at his coworker. "God... I... I'm so sorry... I didn't want this to happen..." He gulped, quickly glancing back at at Bandit, before bck at his coworker. ".... F... Forgive me", he told him. "G... G..." He bit his lower lip. "... Goodbye..."

"Good boy." Bandit smiled softly at Lucy as he quickly pulled the knife through the guy's throat, holding him tightly as his body leaned up one final time, squirming before going limb. He let him sink down, cleaning the knife on his clothes, taking a deep breath. "...it's important you know. I don't want you to think back on your old life... so I have to take it appart bit by bit."

Lucy looked away, lowering his head, closing his eyes. "... Please. Don't. It's not necessary." He lowered his shoulders, trying to stay calm, even though sorrow and anger started dwelling up in his chest.

"It is." Bandit walked over to him, leaning down in front of him. "It is cruel, I know. I wish I could do it in some other way, but... I can't."

"... Sicko", he growled, gritting his teeth.

"Darling..." he said with a sigh, stroking over his head. "You have to cut me some slack here. I'm really trying, for the sake of both of us."

Lucy leaned his head away, growling again. "Don't call me 'darling'. Or 'honey', 'sweetie' or anything of that bullshit. I'm not your boyfriend."

"...you're not a fan of pet names?" he asked, his tone still being soft. "And of course you're not my boyfriend. You're going to be my husband~"

Lucy flinched, staring back at him in disbelief. "No. I'm not. I won't be your husband." He glared at him again.

"It's fine, love. Your mind is still a bit clouded but I will take of that." He grabbed the scarf nearby, tying it over Lucy's mouth again before he freed him from the chair, tying him up directly afterwards again though, leaving him no way too escape as he picked him up and carried him bridal style out of the basement.

Lucy flinched and immediately started fighting back, pushing and pulling to get free, before he tried kicking him. Even going for some headbutt's, as soon he got carried.

Bandit didn't seem to be faced much by it, only holding him tighter as he moved with him back to his apartment, putting Lucy back on the bed. "...I really have to get you to show some more respect in the future" he mumbled a bit absend mindly, going outside again to get something.

Lucy took the opportunity to get up and looking for something to free himself, pulling on his restraints. He growled now and then, before trying to get his arms somehow to the front.

Soon there were steps to be heard outside of the door again and Bandit stepped back in, having a large bucket full of water with him. "...what are you doing" he asked coldly, looking at Lucy.

Lucy stumbled in shock backwards, falling on the bed, huffing, as he was breathing heavily, his attempts and obvious failure. He growled, the scarf still on his mouth.

Bandit frowned deeply, looking down at him as he was standing in front of the bed. "...you didn't try to get free, did you."

He glared back, taking deep breaths, before slowly shaking his head. He held still for now, unable to free his arms anyway.

His look softened again and he smiled. "Mmh~ Maybe you're good boy after all... Now I almost feel bad for wanting to punish you." He climbed on the bed, pulling Lucy closer to himself, holding him in his arms.

Lucy flinched, looking alarmed now, as he tried to look up to him. He squirmed in his arms, peeking at the bucket in confusion.