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“I’m not—” The spider flexes a leg. I shriek. “Get it out. Get it out. Get it—Kento, I swear on my father’s entire fucking fortune, I will buy this building just to demolish it if you don’t remove that thing right now.”
He lets the thing crawl up his wrist. I nearly black out.
“It’s just a spider, prince.”
“W-why would you—who—who keeps that?”
“His name is Kuro.”
Kuro reaches his forearm. Kento watches me the whole time, smug as sin, eyes bright with unholy joy.
“You’re shaking.”
“I’m having a medical event.”
“Why are you on my shelf?”
“I live here now. Burn the building.”
He takes a step closer, and I make a strangled sound. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare come near me with that eldritch abomination—” Another step, and I scream again. “Don’t bring it near me. Don’t—Kento, I’ll jump. I’ll jump out the window. We’re high up. I’ll become paste. Is that what you want? Paste.”
“Tempting visual,” he says. “Not what I want.”
“Get it out and I’ll suck your dick.”
Kento’s brows lift. “Is that a negotiation?”
“That’s a hostage situation. The hostage is me. The terrorist is your pet.” I swallow, stutter punching holes in every word. “G-get it—get it out. Out of the—out of the room. Out of the—zip code. I’ll—I’ll do it. I’ll s-suck your dick. I’ll be—I’ll be nice about it. I won’t even bite. Probably.”
“Probably.”
“I won’t!”
He considers me, then he lifts his shoulder and lets Kuro crawl onto it.
Onto. His. Shoulder.
Next to his neck.
Near his face.
“Kento.” It comes out wrecked. “I’m going to be sick. I’m going to die, and then I’m going to haunt this house.”
“You’re very pretty when you’re terrified.”
“I’ll end your bloodline.”
“Hm, so you want to suck my dick, you said?”
“Spider. Gone. Then—then the other thing. In that order. I’m not sucking anything while a monster watches.”
He laughs. “Alright.”
“Alright?”
“I’ll put him away.”
“In another country.”
