Superhero teens with secret identities and obligations. What could possibly go wrong? / Closed

Deiniol walked up to the cell, “I told you, say anything you’ll regret, and you can see how bad I can be.” He nodded to the guard and he turned it off.

Lolita collapsed onto her hands and knees. She was panting, but looked up at him anyway. "Anything you'll regret." A smile pulled at her lips.

He shrugged, “Or anything at all, just depends if I want to watch you in pain or not.”

Lolita stood up tall. "Bet."

He flicked his wrist and it turned on again, “Let’s here you scream little girl.” He said, walking to a table not that far away.

Lolita slammed into the wall and gritted her teeth. It felt like her veins were boiling. If he wanted her to scream, that's the last thing that she would be doing.

“It’s going to stay on until you scream,” He called, a shadow flickering over his gaze.

Lolita smiled at him. The energy dug into her back. For you, Piper. The longer he focuses on me, the less time he has to focus on you. She breathed on the glass and moved her arm, painfully, to draw a smiley face.

Deiniol didn’t lay much more attention to Lolita, trying to finalise his plans.
(Don’t know what else to do…)

(What would get his attention?)

(Um… idk I’m out of ideas right now)

(Like, if she screamed, if she flirted with him, IDK What would get your attention?)

(Um idk either. ;-;)

(What am I supposed to do?)

(Probably either of those two)

(Idk tho… I'm watching Dude Perfect rn also)

(What would Deiniol do if she flirted with him?)

(Flirt back, or make her punishment worse, or both…)

(^raises hand^ 9 years.)

(Oh, okay…)

Lolita thought for a second. Why not?
"Hey Deiniol," she said softly, but defiantly loud enough that he could hear.

(What do you mean by 9 years?)
“Mhm?” He said, not turning to look at her.

"Want to go out sometime?" Oh my gosh you are so failing at this…

The the corner if his mouth twitched up, "No."

(You’ll see.

I’m sorry, I like sounding ominous.)

A bolt crackled right on her spine. She arched her back. "And why is that?"

"Lolita, I'm flattered but I'm not interested." He said, slightly angling his head towards her.

Lolita tilted her head innocently and winked. The pain scorched across her skin.

He smirked but didn't say anything, only drew a few more lines on the paper he was looking at.

Lolita gasped as several free bolt grabbed her skull. "Turn it off, would you dearie?" she asked tightly.