MISANTHROPY ✔ [marvel]

PIQUANT

/ˈpiːk(ə)nt,ˈpiːkɒnt/
adjective

pleasantly stimulating or exciting to the mind.

After a long day of work, a certain man walked into his spacious house and straight into the basement. "Hello, darling." the woman tied up on a metal bed let out a muffled scream through a cloth tied around her mouth. "We're going to play a little." he walked over to a table and picked up a knife. "How about we use this, huh?" as he walked over to the female, she started struggling against her restraints and let out muffled screams, filled with protest and fear. He crouched down next to her, and, let his hands through her red hair. "Shh. It's going to be alright." tears ran down her face, but she went silent. "It's going to be okay. We'll just," she let out a small gasp as he dragged the tip of his knife deep into her cheekbone. "have a little fun." tears kept running down her face as the cut on her cheek was dripping blood. Tony stood up and walked back to the table. He picked up a small container, filled with sea salt. He turned around and walked back. Wanda hadn't yet understood what was in the container, but the moment it made contact with the cut on her cheek, she knew.