𝚂𝚞𝚗 & 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 🌞🌜

Just Say That You Belong To Me-7-Blame

"...just like before. You always make messes and I always have to pick them up."

Moon's voice woke you, harsh and angry and sounding like it was through gritted teeth.

You stirred, immediately wincing as your body reminded you in no uncertain terms that you were seriously injured and that you needed to stay still. Slowly, as slowly as you could so as not to hurt yourself worse, you sat up. The simple motion sent every wound throbbing and made your head spin. As gentle with yourself as possible, you leaned against the wall and let your eyes adjust to the darkness.

You had been covered up, tucked into the pallet, and the lights were out; even the string of lights they'd stolen from the mainstage.

"You wanted me to do it! I could hear you, screaming in our head, all the ways you wanted to touch them too, you did! It's not fair! Notfairnotfairnotfair, you interrupted my time and then you yelled at me for doing things you wanted to do too!" Sun's protest made you shudder, wrapping your bruised arms around your knees. You didn't want to hear his voice.

"Yes, I wanted to touch them, but not when they were bleeding out. This is why you're not allowed to punish the kids anymore, because you never take care of it after."

"You like it when they bleed!"

"When they're conscious."

"They were fine!"

"They passed out immediately the moment you stopped touching them!"

"Yeah, the moment I stopped. Before that they were all over me. I bet you just got tired of watching and wanted them for yourself. You've always been selfish."

"Selfish?" Moon snarled. "I'm the one who stopped you from getting scrapped every time you couldn't keep your hands to yourself. You're weak. You had the gall to tell them I was impatient? You couldn't even bandage them up before trying to maul them. You're going to get us caught. You're just as naughty as them. Just as naughty as-"

"Don't talk about him."

"Whyever not, Sunny? You know I'm right. You know what he did. You're lucky that we're even able to be here with them. You're lucky that we-"

"Shutupshutupshutupshutup. You know what I think, 'Moony'?" Sun's voice twisted cruelly. "I think you just couldn't stomach the fact that they were asking for me, because no one likes y-"

There was a horrible screeching feedback sound that made you flinch.

When it stopped, there was more silence, before Moon laughed, his tone absolutely chilling.

"That's much better. I don't think I need to hear anything more from you until later. Be a good boy now and hush. I need to think."

Soft jingling started up and you knew he was pacing.

You got the sense that you were only hearing half the conversation, that a majority of it was taking place in their head. You figured you weren't supposed to hear them anyway, but you felt strange about what you could be missing, but you were in too much pain to process it.

When your eyes adjusted, you gingerly removed the blankets from your lap to take inventory of yourself.

As you had expected, bruises were all over your throat, wrists, and ankles, both from the ropes and all the different ways they had manhandled you over the past two days. The ones around your ankles were particularly dark, you could almost see the shape of their fingers in the sickly mess of purple and green. Your palms, feet, and face had been bandaged, and you assumed cleaned since the rest of you had been. Any traces of blood that would have been left on you or the ground were gone.