Dangerous Waters {Dualscar x Slave Reader}

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After that, you don't remember what happened. Surely he had struck you. But it had all felt so surreal that you honestly didn't know. That is, until you awoke.

A deep, throbbing pain pulsated throughout your skull; the headache was unpleasant after your little encounter, yet somehow still bearable. You made note to add the frightening mishap to your list of interesting occurences that happened around here.

When you shifted, you felt the comfort of a cool, soft blanket and sheets, much unlike those in the servants' quarters. It was nice, and a half smile worked its way onto your lips. You laid there for several long minutes, just taking a moment to relax and breathe, something you hadn't done in a long time. Why now of all times you did this, you didn't know. You were in just as much danger now as you were any other time, and you hadn't even opened your eyes yet.

Just as the thought of not knowing where you were hit you, so did a chill that coated your spine in ice. This made you rise a bit faster, eyes peeling open in their curiosity, though you knew well that fear was rising in your mind. You sat up as your vision cleared, everything beginning to click into place as you looked around.

The room was dark, the only light being the tall candle that sat on the bedside table. It illuminated just enough of the room for you to see that it was not your own. Your hands ran along the blanket over your lower half, fingers sinking into the soft, silky fabric. It appeared to have an almost violet color to it, though it was hard to tell in such dim lighting.

"It's about time," the same haunting voice from earlier spoke, drawing your attention to its source.

From the shadows of the room emerged a nightmare-ish form. It forced your breath to become caught in your throat and your features ran cold as the blood drained from your face. Whenever this figure appeared, you always felt weak and rather vulnerable.... And you knew that it was because you were.

"Poor little thin'," the Master continued, stepping further into the soft light. His features were drawn drastically in the shadows, causing an already terrifying foe to become the thing of night-terrors.

Your lips attempted to find words, yet failed. Your mouth felt dry, body immobilized once more so you could do nothing but watch as the troll came closer. Your neck craned when he stood next to the bed, an uneasy whine escaping your throat when he sat down next to you.

"What?" he purred in the most sickly-smooth tone that you had ever heard, "I don't bite."

You were unsure about that. The way his lips quirked into an untrustworthy smile and revealed rows of sharpened fangs brought you to believe that he still might bite if provoked.

"I apologize fer strikin' you, my dear."

He reached out and caressed your cheek, and you flinched in turn. It hurt. Was there a bruise? He seemed to get the idea because he withdrew his hand, his pleased smile falling slightly.

"W-what.... happened...?" you finally stuttered, your lips and mind both unsure of your words.

"Ya blacked out," he hummed, examining your every twitch and move with a studious gaze. "So I brought ya to my room. Thought you could use some rest."

A hollow chuckle vibrated through his chest, deep and undertoned with a growl. "Ya always appear t' be so frightened..." As he spoke, he slowly leaned closer, leaning on one hand casually as he held his face now inches from yours. "That's good. A scared slave is an obedient slave."

His words made you shrink a little, forcing the reality of it all back to you. He was not speaking to a human... He was simply speaking to his slave... His servant. That was all that you were.

Then again, what was a human anymore if they weren't slaves? As far as you had heard, all other humans were either dead or servants to highblooded trolls. You don't remember a time when humans were anything except that.

That angered you deep inside.

"Even now," he examined, "You quiver with fear." This came with a clawed hand to your shoulder, which indeed made you shudder from the chill.

Said hand slowly slid up to your hair, soft at first but then suddenly gripping tightly. A sharp gasp escaped your throat as he pulled, forcing your head back. You eyed him, fingers gripping at the sheets nervously. He could so easily rid of you if he so desired, and that frightened you. As bad as your life may seem sometimes, you still didn't wish to die.

"Tell me yer scared. Honestly," he muttered, leaning even closer so that you could feel the cool air that came with the seadweller being so close. "Say it."

Your lips trembled and you were suddenly struck with your true fear full-force. You had been avoiding it for as long as possible, but now that his fangs hovered just centimeters from your neck, you found that you were even more terrified than before. You gave a shaky breath.

"I... I am af-fraid."

"Of what?" He grinned.

"O-of you."

His eyes narrowed, lips pulling up into the same pleased grin as before. "Good." His free hand was suddenly at your chest, fingers brushing the collar of your shirt.

And it was then that you found yourself on your back, eyes wide with a dark mass hovering over you.

"Let's see how scared you can be."