Moss finds themselves disassociated from their previous surroundings, the grassy hills and the stars , the shouting... all of it merges into a dusty wooden floor , as their eyes refocus. They reach down, towards their clothes finding their denim replaced with lace and silk , a warm glow pours through a small window , illuminating the dark figure watching over him in the corner of the room.
Victor was 6"2 , skinny but muscular , green eyes and black slicked back hair with two parts falling over each eye. In this moment he wore a black shirt , black tie , black leather pants and gloves and large black boots, his grayish tinted skin contrasting perfectly with the dark red makeup under his eyes.
"W-what , where am I?" He tries to pull his arms forward , to no avail. His slender wrists handcuffed and chained to the wall. Moss slumps on the floor in pain.
"Shhh , hey kitten it's okay hush now , not like anyone will hear you, but all your pathetic struggling will ruin the new outfit I got for u , be more appreciative"
He gets up from his frog like crouch and towers over moss
"You wanted this didn't you. Hmm?, I'm sorry your in pain but you must admit the bruises suit you" He continues
"I know you've always liked me kitten"
Moss' face turns red and his blue eyes fill with tears
"That's not true!! how did we even get here, u never answered my question !?"
Victor stabs the wall right next to moss' neck.
"Don't raise ur fucking voice at me baby or we are going to have some real issues , I know what your life is like at home , I know everything so , I thought I'd just , do you a favour and bring you here" a half grin creeps up his face and his voice and mannerisms become more unstable and erratic as he waves around the knife "plus your always stalking me in school , your fucking obsessed with me , this should be a dream come true for you , you should be thanking me not sat there crying like a pathetic fucking bitch , do u have any idea how much trouble this could get me in? I'm trying to be fucking kind here you stupid little slut , stop fucking crying!"
He lunges towards moss lifting their head up from the leash around his neck. their faces inches away , moss kneeling as Victor leans over breathing rapidly. He pulls on the pink leash tighter as they kiss the way lovers would. letting out a little moan moss blushes as Victor takes his other hand and walks his long fingers across his thigh. "From now on" Victor says "your mine , you will address me as your master , and you kitten, your going to make a perfect slave"
Before moss can intergect Victor bites down on his shoulder as words turn to whimpers.
"Stop- s-stop it" moss stutters.
But it's already too late
Victor slowly trails his hand down moss' inner thigh.
"You might be saying no but your already hard baby"
Unable to move his arms moss kicks his legs towards Victor's face. He catches both and leans forward.
Tut Tut Tut
"Don't make this so difficult kitten. I've helped you , I'm your fucking saviour I'm your new fucking god , I know how badly you want me , do you know how many people would beg for this opportunity" He laughs "you're mine. Get it through your head the only way your ever making it out of here is if I have to Bury in the back garden with the rest of the pathetic pets who disobeyed me and had to be ... put down"
Moss stays silent fear and arousal taking over his body leaving goosebumps in their path, Victor moves his hand from moss' quivering thigh and into his back pocket producing a large knife.
"Stop. Wait. No. No. please don't. Please ill be good I promise I'm sorry! You're right I have wanted this but this is just not exactly how I thought it would turn out .... I-" He looks towards the ground as Tears stream down his face "I have always loved you , since we where kids it just felt wrong , a boy being with a boy..."
Victor seemingly unempathetic puts the knife point to moss' throat.
"There's nothing bad about it kitten , in fact it can make you feel so good, i don't want you dead just yet. I just want to hurt you and please you, it's the least you owe me . Besides with all the people in line for me, a stupid runt like you should be grateful. I want you to be mine. Do you understand that?"
"Yes"
"Yes what"
"Yes master"
"Good boy"
He begins trailing the knife down slowly tearing apart moss' uniform exposing his chest and leaving the pink skirt and black thigh high socks on him.
Moss whimpers pathetically as he feels the cool blade graze his pale skin. Shaking with fear , moss winces as his convulsions cause a small cut to appear on his stomach.
