Kakyoin X Dio [Forced Lemon]

Descent into Madness

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In this chapter are: Sexual themes, non-con sex, mind break/mind control. Blood and a murder.

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This place... it smells strange. A mansion who's rooms scarcely get used. Every room smells different. My room, however smells familiar now. The air is still and as soon as I walk in I can almost taste the damp in the walls. I can always see the dust partials floating in the air, a sliver of sunlight streaming in through the curtains. 

Seeing the sun makes me feel sick now. I realise that it makes me more like him. He says his body is allergic to the sun. Mine isn't, but still I cannot bear to look at it's brilliant rays. It's something that should make me happy, right? But if I look into the light, it reminds me of my mother. And I can't let myself think of her. It stirs something inside my stomach. It makes me feel sick. I shut the curtain fully, causing even more dust to float up into my face. I cough and waft it away.

I don't have to think about anything anymore. I sit on the bed and stare ahead at nothing. This is like a holiday... yes a holiday. This isn't forever. It's just a holiday. I'm taking a vacation from my own self. Kakyoin Noriaki isn't here right now. My thoughts, my feelings, my strength are all so far away. If I close my eyes I could probably see them all crying out in a locked box a couple metres ahead of me, they're sinking, drowning in the darkness. Sometimes I don't even remember how I got here. I know where I am but there's no context, no reason for any of it. 

I ponder on what to do now. I don't feel tired enough to sleep, but there is nothing here for me to do. I want to waste my time away on something meaningless but this house only accommodates one person. And that one person is not me.

I hear a noise outside, a dripping sound. I pull myself up off the side of the bed and walk out of the room, deciding that checking out the noise would deliver me from boredom and melancholy. I walk out, standing as straight as a pin and listen for the noise. Feeling the cold draft of the glum hallways, I pull my small white shawl around my arms - the only thing I took with me from my previous life. I used to hate this shawl, thinking that it made my figure look womanly but now it was the only thing I had to keep me warm.

I roamed the halls until I came to the grand staircase. 

Ah, it was the ticking of a clock, not dripping, that I was hearing. A large old grandfather clock loomed over the stairs counting the seconds, the empty stairwell echoing it back. The dark, haggard wood seemed to compliment the intimidating busts on each of the newel posts. I had to admit, if Dio was going for a scary look, he had definitely succeeded. This place was after all, haunted. Not by ghosts, but by the knowledge that Dio was just up those steps, in his horrible room. I was suddenly overcome with fear that he somehow knew I was out here, looking up at his door in fear of him. 

And of course, he did know. Of course he knew. He somehow knows everything I seemed to be thinking. Like he could hear my thoughts or smell the stress through my sweat. Deep in my gut I could feel the hatred for him, but I daren't think of it. So I don't really think at all. 

As though to confirm my suspicions, a mist slid down the steps like a snake eventually wrapping itself around my ankles. The mist kept coming down the stairs, slowly becoming a thick fog. I look up to see that it's coming from under his grand wooden door.

He was calling to me to come up the stairs. He was telling me he knew I was here, listening. Fear curled itself up inside my stomach like a scared worm, wriggling and protesting. Everything inside of me screamed to turn around but my legs carried me to his door. My mind still blank.