Madness Combat Reader Insert - "A Smile that Scares"

7 - A Deliberate Contract

(Certain warning: Descriptions of Torture, bondage, blood, corpses, etc. Let me know if I missed one please.)

You didn't move, knowing it was futile, but to look at him? Required your head to lean into his hand, which you unfortunately took your chances. The soft hand combing through the hairs and brushing, it was at peace. Unlike the cold floor moments earlier, you were laid in a soft, nice, comfortable, fur-blanketed bed.

This was... comforting. It wasn't like you were drugged to think that way either, no, Deliberator clearly had you just... stroked, wings, face, and sometimes your neck and chest. He wanted you to get comfortable, to trust him.

"I told you to come to me the moment you could. Why didn't you?" His question struck a nerve until he laughed. "But I don't blame you. Dissenters are like drugs, get too close to them and you'll never run away." You pondered and wondered what he meant by that. Did he ever get addicted, or hooked to a dissenter? What was that like for him? Why did he despise them so much now?

Well, only one thing could be so sure. He despised them possibly for taking you away, maybe? That was your best guess, strapped to a comfortable bed as he laid next to you. He loved you, it was ever so clear, but you could never bring yourself to care for this man back yet. You only saw him as a weird man who brought you hell and pain through experiments and blood transfusion. Why would you see him as anything else? It didn't make sense to hate him, no, he had you under his grip, but after all he done to you? Maybe you had a right to hate him, but perhaps it would be "polite" to give him another chance...? Perhaps. Probably not unless he put you under some intense love potion.

Wonder if he would go that dark, huh? Then again, Doc was one to keep you in a cage until you got along with him, and kept you like a pet, or a caged companion. Both are practically the same thing anyway. You silently couldn't help but alleviate a sigh from your heavy chest. You were once again a caged animal, whose wings were like a birds, illegally clipped and tied up for "your own good". It was actually good for the people keeping you, as much as they wanted to make you feel better about it.

You felt him gently undo the chains from the bed, and especially all of the straps, to still have you sit up. He sat in your lap, awfully close to investigate your teeth. It was uncomfortable, but his hands were warm and toasty, and caring. Despite that, he gently moved some of your fangs, that were oddly able to retract and switch positions. He stared intensely before allowing you to close your mouth. He hummed, going over to write something down. What the hell was that about? You stood up to walk over and find out. He let you see, but his handwriting was sloppier than a sloppy joe itself. Seriously, you couldn't figure it out, and raised an eyebrow as he chuckled.

"Don't worry about it, dove. Just checking on your developments. Say, we need to do blood tests to see how well your body is accepting or denying your improved growth. But by your height, you might as well be able to cradle me." He chuckled, reaching up to pet you. He pulled his hand away before you could bite it, and then he flicked your head. "Bad dragon." He hissed out, still smiling like he thought this was playtime, and not an actual danger sign from you. You sighed. Was it really worth seeing one of his punishments and disciplines? Probably not, with how he can burn you alive for being a magical fire. "Now let me pet you, dammit." He joked light-heartedly, as you begrudgingly grumbled as he pet your head. The part where he scratched your head really nailed the peace in home.

Eventually, you felt his hand leave your pleasured head, your brain goopy from how happy the nerve receptors were from attention, until he left. Disappearing to bring in a large scroll, looking at you dearly. It was like a smile from a wife, about to do something mischievous despite the fact that they were ever so appealing. You looked at the man, holding out a pen. You looked at all of the parts of the contract- but before you could get to the second one by scanning over it, he forced your eyes to look towards the signature.