𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐍 - ★彡[ɪʟ ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ] 彡★

// 002 //

A maid guided you towards the chambers that you would be staying in, the stagnant silence drifting through the quiet walls of the manor. The manse was quite well heated, yet the chill in your body never once ceased as discomfort choked you like a vice. The fact that you had lived through your first encounter with Dottore was a blessing and a curse. He was prone to inflicting countless methods of torture on his victims, normally quite brutal and unforgiving ones that left the person suffering for several hours before death took them.

One of the many stories I had heard was of the 'rat pot' torture method. The procedure involved putting a bunch of rats into a boiling pot and placing it over the victim's stomach. The rats, trying to escape from the heat, would tear into the victim's stomach in an attempt to escape, shredding through their stomach and intestines. Thankfully, you had a poisonous tooth that you could use to commit suicide if he ever attempted such a gruesome act on you.

"These are your quarters," the maid opened a door that was practically bursting off its hinges and showed me my 'room.'

The smell of something rotting filled the air, and the room itself was in similar condition. The room was about the size of a standard low class washroom, the only object in the room being the wooden bed with a blanket with the thickness of paper.

But since you knew that this was not the maid's doing, you still smiled at her and thanked her for guiding you to your 'living quarters.'

Placing your minimal amount of belongings down, you sat on the bed. As soon as your bottom hit the bed, there was absolutely no give. The mattress was as stiff as a wooden board, meaning that your sleep was most likely going to be horrendous. The rotting smell was quite suffocating, and you had to take a deep breath to avoid gagging.

Faint screaming could be heard from upstairs, and you took note that he seemingly never took breaks from his many experiments. He no doubt took pleasure in the suffering of others, but almost to the point where it seemed like that was the only thing that provided him ecstasy. Il Dottore was, without a doubt, a horrendous person through and through—perhaps he couldn't even be considered human.

You were most likely some sort of sick entertainment for him, but even that was fine, so long as he didn't murder you. The idea of committing murder-suicide wasn't too unappealing either, as no matter where you went there weren't going to be many pleasant experiences to follow.

Your hatred for Dottore was so strong that you'd be willing to sacrifice yourself so long as you could make him suffer, as all of his victims did.

From here, you had to consider what to do. Of course, the end goal would be to kill him, but it wouldn't be so easy. There was a reason why, even though he had caused so much agony, that he hadn't been killed. If he wasn't exceptionally capable in combat, he wouldn't have been chosen as a harbinger in the first place.

Seduction, for one, most certainly wouldn't work. Since during his acts of torture he had most likely seen several naked bodies, seduction would simply be humorous to him. Although he may possess urges like any other men, it seemed as if most of them were gained from torturing others, and if he did that, there was no way that you could kill him. So cross that one out.