Rin hurried down the creaking wooden staircase, careful of the various bottles of pills and medical kits he carried; his knife was nearly forgotten where it rested inside the sleeve of his shirt. Reaching the cold stone floor of the dungeons, his gaze flashed quickly over the bound form slumped motionless in his restraints.
Pain as he’d never felt before soared through his body with just that small movement and he caught the faint sound of a whimper before it escaped his creature’s lips. The Angel knew that such a simple sound would explode around his head and vibrate in his audio receptors until he seriously couldn’t take anymore.
His pet was suffering, and it was beyond excruciating as the tall angel scanned his human and drew his conclusions. He’d imprisoned this human for nearly a complete year, but time was now of the essence as his pet relied heavily on it within his cell.
Everything seemed so loud, so near, hell, even the darkness seemed to deafen him. His very blood-divinice-seemed to run cold and he could no longer hear the beat of his divinice pump. He could hear nothing and yet he could hear everything, the buzz of what had to be the wards above, the wind outside and he could literally feel the magic around him.
Touching him.
Enticing him.
Drawing him closer until he couldn’t stand it.
And what of his pet?
Ryu Taguchi was a mess.
The bound, bruised man was sure his head would split into two at any minute and his limbs felt like they would drop off one at a time, numb under the intense iciness of the room. He tried to think back to what had happened to land him in this current predicament and then he tried to stop thinking entirely when his head shrieked in complaint. He was convinced that his lungs were frozen, and he could literally feel the ice crack around them as he breathed.
Rin was certain the taste of blood lined his pet’s lips and he had to wonder whether it was his own. They’d often engaged in violent knife-play and blood-play during sexual encounters, the fluids often mixing together feverishly. Now, there was no telling where red and blue began and ended. His creature’s flesh seemed to be caked in glass that would crack and break with any movement at all, but what grabbed his attention more than this and even more than the pain in his head were the ice-cold chains around his darling’s wrists. This confused him so much so that he opened his eyes without thinking and once again cursed his stupidity as his eyes locked shut of their own accord. He eyed his pet curling up into a fetal position and cradling his aching head as much as the chains would allow, forcing back his cry of panic and raw fear.
Having heard his master’s quick footsteps on the stairs, Ryu let his body relax, sagging against the iron manacles locked around his wrists. After shedding many more tears, Ryu allowed himself to fall into the unconsciousness that had been trying to drag him under since he awoke. Hoping never to have to open his eyes again, never to have to wake from the slumber, from the darkness. Hoping for death.
But it never came.
Still using small, cautious movements, he pushed himself up into a sitting position and looked around.
He was in a cell.
A cell that had four walls and a door and that was it. Not one window could Ryu see, nothing, not even a small crack of light under the heavy metal door. The walls were made of huge solid stone and in between the cracks was a damp rotting moss that crept up to the ceiling and halfway across the floor. He could hear a small, systematic drip in one of the corners and his eyes sharpened as he looked past the shadows to see a very small hole in the ceiling.
