Doflamingo P.O.V.
"What kind of game?" I ask and she is playing with her strings in her fingers.
"Please, first sit down and i will tell you." She smirks.
I sit opposite from her on a chair. She opens her palm and from her fingers come out stings which they go and caged the room. Hey! That's my trick. The door, the window and the walls cover by her strings. There is no escape..... what she have on her mind.
"Do you like it, Doffy. I inspired that from you." She smiles. How did she call me? Doffy? ....
"What are you planning?" My veins pop out. That woman really chalenge me.
"Just make sure you will finish the game and not run away." She stands up with chains and she wear them on my legs and after she unlock the handcuffs from my hands. I rub my wrists.
"To play the game you need your hands." She tells and sit down on her chair again.
I watch her and see her fingers are playing with my chains key. "Oh! I need to tell you if you win you will take the key and free to go."
"And if i lose?"
"You will understand when you see the game. Now i will keep that on a safe place." She leaves the key on her desk and trap it with sharp strings.
"Are you ready... Doffy?" She narrows her eyes. That can't be possible. Is she....? No, way....
I laugh. "Fufufufu. I'm really curious."
She opens a drawer. She laughs and leave a black gun on the desk berween me and her.
"Do you know the classic game of russian rullete?"
"Fufufu. You have a sick mind, Onel."
I will tell like mines. Fufufu.
She rolls the gun's wheel. "That gun have only one bullet. We gonna play and if you win you are free to go."
I take the gun from her hand and put it on my temple.
"You like to taking risks. Doflamingo."
"Fufufu. Usually i have the luck with me." I put my finger on the trigger. I'm sweating, trembling and my heart is beating faster. I close my eyes and count.
"Three..... two..... one..." i pull the trigger. *Bang* "No!"
I open my eyes and see Onel to hold my hand away from my head and the bullet into the desk's wood.
She is crying... "I'm so sorry.... i'm so sorry... i don't know what i was thinking..."
She falls on her knees next to me, grabs the gun of my hand and throw it to the corner of the room. Her tears are falling like a river... i see her eyes, she looks at the floor and she covers her face with her palms.
"I can...---can't.... to lose .... you..." she is crying and now i understand.
"(F/n)...?"