The Lady's Pet ~resident evil village★ dimitrescu x oc ★[completed!]

Part 4: The point where it all fell apart.

this bit is kinda....questionable, don't ask where the last bit came from.

TW: blood, self-halm.

ty for nearly 50 views :>

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 "Oh, Mother Miranda?" Dimitrescu sang.

"I've brought a present."
She tugged me through a door, showing me... more, monsters.

The only one that showed any traits of being human whatsoever was a man who wielded a giant hammer.

"Ooh! What is it- Woah!" A tiny doll gasped, running over to me and giggling.

"So weird..." an ugly fish monster laughed.

"I'm the weird one here?" I bit back, standing closer to Alcina.

"Wow. It talks," The man with the hammer teased, strolling towards me.

"What else can it do?"

"She can be a vessel for me to feed off. Whenever, wherever. She doesn't seem to react, and I don't even need to force it,"

"So she does it willingly?" I heard a voice from behind all of the others.

"Smart option. I like her."
Suddenly, a woman walked out from behind, looking dark and regal. Sort of godly.

She stepped forward and took my face in her hand, gently holding it, as my mind just blanked. I couldn't think, it all felt too hard.

"How about we see how she tolerates this?'

She let go, as I remained in that state.

"Sit."

I sat down, obeying her order. I couldn't help it, I just felt compelled to as she asked.

"Good. Now, here,"

She passed me a knife.

"Slit your wrist with that,"
I felt myself come out of the trance, knife in hand.
"Go on, do it yourself. Don't be scared."
I did so, willingly slitting my wrist by my own free will. No flinching whatsoever.
"Impressive. Now, let the fine lady have the drink she so well deserves."

I stood up, handing her my arm, which she leaned down to drink from, her tongue tracing around the wound.

I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning out in pure pleasure.

Why did I like this? It felt so horrible, but, so.. Wonderful.

I was in front of people, but, thank God for that. 

How could her drinking my blood after I'd just slit my own wound and let her feed off it possibly feel good? Why did I just suddenly never want it to end?
Had Miranda given me some strange, messed up, side effect? Now I'd suddenly got some weird, pleasurable feeling out of letting her drink from me?

Dimitrescu pulled away after a moment, licking up the last bits of the blood, as I just couldn't hold it back anymore. I let out a small, gentle, moan, as Heisenburg just rolled his eyes.

"That might give you more motivation,"
"I knew you did something. Get rid of it,"

"No. You'll learn to enjoy it soon enough."

"But I-"

I suddenly zoned back out, moving closer to Dimitrescu.
"She should be more loyal to you now. You passed the test. Keep her safe,"

"Thank you," She smiled, gently gesturing for me to walk out, me doing so, the state wearing off as I did so.

The thought lingered in my mind.

'You'll learn to enjoy it soon enough'