His throat jumped as a single finger hooked on the velvet ribbon that encircled it, thumb caressing

His throat jumped as a single finger hooked on the velvet ribbon that encircled it, thumb caressing the soft material. That sound… it lulled him into a stupor every time.

“Have you forgotten…?” Xemnas asked; his voice was low, a threat lingering in the space between them as he continued. “Your allegiance is to me.”

Axel’s eyelids felt heavy but he kept them open, brow furrowed as Xemnas pulled him closer by the ribbon. When it came to that thin strip of fabric, he always allowed even the lightest touch to move him… Because putting strain on it could break it, and breaking it had consequences.
His condition was not only to obey but to be careful, gentle, predictable… to fully disarm himself. He was dangerous when he was upset. Not only to himself, but everyone else, too. He needed discipline, he needed to be receptive to precise, exacting control if he wanted to be useful to anyone.

“I know… I’m sorry.” Axel apologised again. It hurt to breathe… Xemnas had already made up his mind. How long did he plan on making Axel grovel before he told him it wasn’t good enough?

“Fickle thing,” Xemnas finally murmured, tugging on the ribbon, pulling it taut, “Have I been too neglectful, again?”

I really do just look for the worst possible thing to do to this man and then do it, dont i