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𝓘 𝓷 𝓨 𝓮 𝓻 𝓑 𝓵 𝓸 𝓸 𝓭

A/N: ⚠️TW⚠️: MENTIONS/IMPLICATIONS OF: Kidnapping, murder, cannibalism, torture, manipulation, possessiveness, blood, gore, inflicting pain, Stockholm syndrome, Lima syndrome, mature themes, disturbing content, etc.

This chapter is very mature, please keep these mentioned warnings in mind as these topics are not suitable for all audiences. With that, thank you and please enjoy.

(P.S. No, the music is not 'in my mouth - black dresses' lmao [even though that animation was 👌])
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"Oh, Darlin'~, don't keep us waitin' too long, were jus' gettin' started."

Your jaw is open in a silent awe of the lengths the other was willing to go to, caught in the gasp of trying to say something- Anything, really, but all that you could emit was a shaky breath in lue of anything better.

"W-What...What does that mean you sick sack a' shit?"
The man against the ground questions rather loudly.
He's only met with the menacing stare of the devil on your shoulder, before he gets a response.

"Depends... Whaddya' know 'bout those photos of my lamb? 'Bout the news? I got a feelin' ya' had somethin' ta' do with all that."

The accusation from the larger of the two obviously intimidates the other. The only response after this questioning is silence from the captive, who knows that if he tells the truth, he won't get out of here alive.

What he doesn't know, though, is that he wouldn't make it out alive regardless.
After his silence, he's met with a question which is spoken through a terrifying smile.

"No answer? Still?? Ya' gotta know somethin'... Anythin' that might keep ya' from seeing' the inside of my fridge fer awhile longer."

"What?! N-No- Get the fuck offa me!!!-"

"Hm... Nah."
The man in red speaks sarcastically, purposefully twisting the boot he has holding the other down just enough to hear a slight 'crack', followed by a yelp of pain from the captive. 
The horned man looks toward you, smile wider than ever if that was possible.

"C'mere, lamb..." He demands, his arm reaching to grab you by the wrist before you can even attempt to object. He pulls you closer with this leverage, having you stand with your back to him yet facing the other man on the ground.

Having your back towards the other brought out an uneasy sense of vulnerability in you. He was so close to you that you could practically feel his breath against the nape of your neck and the warmth radiating through his sweater to meet the flesh of your back, so you didn't want to imagine what disadvantages this could cause for you if you refused to obey his commands. You felt weak, unable to break from your frozen stature with your eyes locked onto those of the man on the ground before you who looks up to you in an attempt of mercy.
He looked helpless, expression resembling that of a deer caught in a trance before speeding headlights. He was helpless, pinned down to the floor by a heavy boot of the devil there with you both. He lets out no words, only shaky heaves of a primal fear you've never seen in the eyes of another before you.

He's scared of you.

Just as another pang of guilt washes over you, the sense of an underlying presence beneath this follows suit. You're not sure what this is at first, just gazing down while dissecting one thousand thoughts a second.
Then you realize, this feeling...It's that of power, of authority, of control... You're in control here, and the man beneath the two of you radiates fear.

H e ' s  s c a r e d  o f  y o u . . .

Is this how the man behind you feels all the time?
Your hand grasps firmer around the handle of the blade the other had 'loaned' to you as you try to piece together what to do next.