A/N: ⚠️TW⚠️: MENTIONS OF: Kidnapping, murder, cannibalism, manipulation, blood, gore, inflicting pain, mature themes, etc.
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"That is, if you'd help a sinner out, lambchop."
You weren't sure how to respond.
You were certainly taken aback, not to mention held back when it comes to the ropes binding you. The restraints insistently remind you of their presence in pangs of firey persistence.
You think to yourself...If you agree, then you may have a higher chance of surviving. But if you do... What would that entail?
Help how?
"Don' leave me hangin' here."
The statement, rather, demand is followed by a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest.
You take in a deep breath, drawing in the courage you need to reach out your bruised hand outwards to his own (at least as far as the ropes would allow you, as the man had to meet your grasp halfway).
He lets out that same chuckle, which fades into a laugh... And eventually, into a full on laughing fit.
You didn't think that the smile plastered on his face could stretch any wider, that was until now."Gooood... I knew you were worth somethin'."
You laugh awkwardly, genuinely unsettled but... entertained in an odd sense?
You couldn't put your finger on it... Maybe it was something about the fact you hadn't had a good thrill in awhile, at the very least, since you moved to this town. Admitting it, you've mostly shut yourself in.
Looking back now, that seems to have made you into an easy target.
Oh well. If he was going to kill you... Wouldn't he have done it already?You'd think so, judging by how hungry the other looks. His eyes are fixated on you, barely breaking to blink. That same bit of drool spilling over his bottom lip with said bottom lip caught between slightly uneven and dangerous teeth.
You shiver.
Those teeth can and have done things. They must have.You shake these thoughts out of your head, again focusing on the situation at hand.
It seems that you're useful to the man.
Maybe, just maybe, you can manage to tame the Devil.
Just the same as you had, he takes a moment to pull himself out of the daze he's found himself in.
He can't help it. There's a feeling in his gut, not quite hunger.
It's like intoxication. He feels intoxicated off of you.Neither of you know it, but adrenaline runs through the both of you the same. On both ends, it's fatally addicting, yet you both can't help but to linger in the moment.
He draws away, finally. Funnily enough, it seems this was done with a slim level of resistance. He stands to look at you before speaking.
"Ya' hungry at all?"
Oh boy...
You swallow a lump of dread down, taking in a breath before replying.
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