𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 : 𝑅𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐶𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 [ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ]

ㅡ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

"... Ahhh! Mghh hmm... Go on... M-more..."

"T-that's it, baby... Take it all, down your throat, feels so warm, so good..."

He rolled his eyes in the back of his head, my eyes locked up on his expression just before shutting tightly, staggered by the burst of his orgasm. The taste of the warm liquid dripping right down my throat, spreading all over my tongue and mouth, creating a feeling of arousal and fullness. Every fiber of my muscles started shuddering as I swallowed his load, not wasting a single drop of it, blinking a few times until my vision was slowly getting clearer.

"Shhh, quiet now..." He whispered, bending over me, not giving me a second to make a sound before he wrapped his hand around my mouth, his other hand lifting me up from the ground, tightly gripping my hair. I stumbled on my feet as he turned me around, a muffled yelp escaping my lips the moment he picked up the knife once again, pressing the tip of the blade right against my throat. As he was tracing my skin, rubbing the blade up and down, grazing it against my neck, he rasped in my ears with a whispery dark tone. "Filled your throat so well, didn't I? Any drop stuck inside your tight little walls?"

Just as he stopped his hand right on top of my airways, he added, without moving the blade. "Maybe... here?" He pressed the blade through my skin in an instant, making me cry against his hand. The stinging pain was unbearable, but it was not enough time to register it as he spoke again and prodded the sharp tip against another spot ㅡ how was he so precise with those places?

"Or maybe... here? Hmm?" Once again, the blade ripped through my skin, digging deeper and deeper, my heart racing with panic. My eyes widened and my breath hitched as he stopped sinking the knife into the flesh, holding it still. The blood was creepy out of both fresh cuts, bright red and warm, leaking and dripping down my neck, leaving sinful traces ever so low to my chest. Soon, the metal click was heard on the table beside us. His free hand now rubbing on my chest, spreading the liquid all over my skin, sharp breaths leaving my swollen lips as his fingers were digging and sealing my mouth shut.

"Quiet... you don't want them to hear us, right? Or should I throw you outside, get rid of you? Hmm... they should be able to- Huh?!" He interrupted his words, still holding me in a firm grip. He quickly turned around and sat up, the loud banging on the door heating up both of us, adrenaline now replacing both his cold blood and my trembling body. "Shit! How did they get through...?!" He grabbed the tape again and, despite my cries and protests, he sealed it on my mouth, tears running down my cheeks. The rope from the chair was again wrapped my wrists and his strong hands grasped around my arms and neck, dragging me out quickly.

"You make one sound, I leave you here for them to eat you alive. Understand...?!" He said before grabbing his weapon and knife, holstering them both. As I nodded and winced in pain as his hands sunk in my skin, he resumed pulling ma harshly. Just as the doors swung open behind us, he picked up the pace, our fast walking turning into a heated run. The air was barely getting into my lungs, and I soon tripped and struggled to cough and gasp for a breath. Completely sealed and even more sticky on my mouth, the tape was preventing me from breathing, my only airways being slightly filled with blood.

"You stupid boy! You're going to get us dead!" He screamed, pulling my arm again, forcing me to get up on my feet. I struggled and sobbed loudly, the room spinning and his words echoing like an unintelligible ringing, my knees unable to keep me up for more than one second. As I fell back down, one sound was clear. The merciless inhumane growling ringing against the walls, harsh scratches and squeaks getting closer and closer from just around the hallway. He let go of my arms and I immediately looked at him, trying to scream and plead for him to not leave me. Yet, he stepped back and stared at me, his hand gripped on the weapon's pad.

"Fuck this shit..." He growled as the sound of claws ripping through the sharp metal walls got unbearably close, cutting through my ears, tears soaking my cheeks and blood dripping from my nose after the endless struggles of getting up. My feet were still numb from the long fall, hands tied ever so tightly, and airways ripped to the cover... my mind listed and pictured my end. I began trembling as I looked behind, the shadow of one of them appearing and getting closer, until its red veiny eyes were visible from behind the corner. I squeaked and tried to drag myself backwards, only for my hand to bump into a piece of glass, skin cutting open as it sunk deeply. The shifting drew the attention of it even more, a sharp growl and his eyes were locked on me. Without any other thought, I gripped and dragged myself as much as possible, its hands reaching and his dried blood falling off his rotten body right on top of me and beside my shoulders. I closed my eyes and lifted my hands up, flattening against the floor, waiting for the pain to come.

I shot my eyes open as a loud bang was heard from behind, a thud following and announcing the fall of the body right on top of me. Not able to resister what was going on around me, the weight and wetness of the dirty blood and rotten skin of it touching my skin being enough to kill any sanity I had.

Flashing lights and muffled voices were heard as hands started pulling me from under the dead body. As the tape was removed from my lips, I began gasping for air only to be choked and gagged by loads of blood. Coughing up violently and trembling in the men's hands, I closed my eyes and let myself be taken to whatever place they were planning onto. At this point, my eyes were too heavy and too scared to open, darkness allowing me to get away from all those unreal images.

Reality was fading more and more, all surroundings becoming a simple blur of noise, unconsciousness taking over right after I heard a certain familiar voice. "We found him."