Billdip - His Pinetree

a close call

Dip pov:

"Get up."

I used the side of the throne to pull myself up.

"Now what to do with you first?"

He stood up looming several metres above me.

"What do you think pet?"

"A-anything you'd like sir."

"Good answer. But not the one I was looking for."

He seized my arm, I whined at his claws digging into me.

"I've got an idea. How about I take your eye out?"

"W-what?! Why?"

"Because I'm bored that's why."

A knife dropped into his hand out of nowhere. It was rather small but looked very sharp.

"P-please sir! Isn't there something else for you to do?"

"More than likely. But I'd rather do this."

"B-but why? I've not been bad!"

"How many times do I have to tell you? I don't care."

I whimpered. He wouldn't, would he?

"Yes I will. Sit the fuck down."

I hung my head, sliding down the side of the throne once again.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing sir. I'll let you do it."

"Oh trust me I know you will."

He crouched down in front of me and brought his arm back, about to plunge  the knife into my eye.