un·der·bel·ly
/ˈəndərˌbelē/
noun
A hidden unpleasant or criminal part of society.
"the dark underbelly of a ghetto"
"I do for me and mine how I see fit. Even if I have to wage war against everything in my path." His voice so powerful it felt like i...
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A/N : No cause the way ONE NIGHT ONLY by Sonder is really this whole chapter. Like I didn't even plan this lmfao. This man is too fuckin yummy, like ZONT look at me like that
Oakley 'Cench' Caesar-Su Halloween Night New York City, NY
I looked up and down the hallway before unlocking the door to the flat, there was the sound of rattling inside. I stepped in and turned on the lights, her flat was clean as usual. I set the bag down, Severus and Sirius were in there cages, moving around as they saw me. I let them out and began to play with them, before putting them up and refilling their water.
I washed my hands and helped myself to some of the whiskey she had in the liquor cabinet. Cup in hand I roamed the apartment, and I noticed she had no pictures of this dude up, nothing to signify whatever they were. I pulled out my phone, tracking her she was about 20 minutes away from the apartment so I took my time.
Live yours had a business meeting out here in the city yesterday and earlier today, so I picked up this trip. Halloween was one of her favorite holidays and this year it seemed like she wore a slutty little nun costume. The pictures I saw were enough so I couldn't wait to experience it in person.
I continued to drink, eventually pouring myself another glass and then I washed my hands again and grabbed the bag to sit and wait for Killian to get home. Unpacking the bag I pulled out a vibrator, cattle prod, a blind fold, and cotton rope. I set up the camera on my one of my phones and hid it between her media stand in perfect view.
Her location lets me know she was five minutes away, so I sat in the dark waiting. Glock 19 with a scope sat on my lap, and the glass of liquor in my hand had reflections of the buildings on the glass. Every once in a while you'd hear the faint scared scream of a bystander who was scared by a street performer, car horns beeping, and the hissing of the MTA buses lowering and rising.
Keys began to jingle at the door and that meant she was home, I sat quietly still sipping my drink waiting. The door opened and closed, she dropped her keys, "Fuck." She fumbles trying to pick them up. I lift the gun with the laser on pointed at her feet. The lights on the building casting the perfect shadow for me to see her, and her to barely see me.
She slowly stood up and the higher she stood, the higher my beam rose. By the time she was fully stood up, the red light was aimed at her forehead. "Cench."
"Hi princess." I mutter, I really really don't like the word Cench from her mouth, and we'd have to fix that.
"How'd you get in-" She softly began, but she heard me take the safety off of the gun. She closed her eyes and took a deep shaky breath, "You have to leave, Jude will be here soon and I don't want any issues." She nervously pulled the short piece of fabric of a dress down, her voice was shaky and quiet.
I laughed, "That's even better, I love an audience." I sat up, my gun still pointed at her. My elbows rested on my knees and I sighed.
"Get over here now." When she didn't move, I was forced to raise my voice. "Now!" She jumped and began walking to me, the moment she stopped in front of the camera I told her to stop.
