You're Mine

INTERLUDE

(a/n: hello readers!! just want to stop you right here. this chapter has a LOT of trigger warnings.
TW // sexual description of a minor, forceful drugging, masturbation to a minor, sadism, brainwashing, sexual assault of a minor - continued to adulthood, abuse/assault, maniupulation, exploitation of a minor
please heed them. you have been warned. feel free to skip this chapter; it's just the two year period between last chapter and the next chapter)

[Zandik's POV]

"H—hello?" a panicked voice speaks into my ear, "Pierro put me on the phone with you."

"Do you know who you're speaking to?" I ask, bitterness lacing my tone. I hate when Pierro gives me new work like this.

"...Dottore." the voice answers.

"Correct. Just call me Doctor," I reply, taking a seat on the couch in our common room. "And who might you be, dear?"

"My name is Zhongli." Zhongli? Ajax's bitch?

"And what do you need, Zhongli?" I ask, unable to bite back a grin.

"Ajax attacked me," he whispers.

"And what do you want me to do about that, hm?"

"Put—put him down." he answers without hesitation, "Don't kill him, but... incapacitate him."

"All because he hurt you, Zhongli?" I chuckle.

"You don't understand." he says firmly.

"I understand plenty. I'll tell you what, little lamb. Can you meet me at that new bar that opened in town? Hmm... what's it called... 'Bikes and Gin'. Within the hour, would be great," I propose, getting up. I have some things to get ready.

"I'll try," Zhongli whispers. I'm surprised he didn't say anything about the nickname. He must be desperate.

And like the good little boy he is, he met me right there. I gave him a couple of syringes of something I had cooked up already, and told him to inject one tonight. When Ajax wakes up, he has to inject another, then call me. If it works, we'll go for something more... long term.

You should've seen how desperate he was. It was pathetic, really. But quite heartwarming. Seeing him on his knees made me wonder what it would feel like to have those pretty lips around my cock, those fearful eyes staring up at me while I use him and force myself down his throat. I can already see it. Hear it. Feel it. Fuck... I'm getting hard just thinking about it. Ajax picked a good one. And if he's put down, then little Zhongli is mine for the taking.

Lucky me. Zhongli calls me up again about two weeks later, saying the drug worked. One vial had Ajax knocked out for a week.

"Please," I hear him beg again, and I feel my cock stir. "I need you to help me, Doctor."

"I'll help you, little lamb," I chuckle, palming my erection through my pants. Hearing Zhongli sob over the phone is just adding fuel to the fire. "Under one condition, alright?"

"I'll do anything, Doctor. A—anything. So please," Zhongli pleads. I can't resist unzipping my pants and untucking my cock, slowly pumping my hand along the shaft.

"Hah, fuck..." I can't help but groan, my hand gaining speed, "Anything, huh? I'll take you up on that, dear."

I don't know how I've ended up here. Actually, I know exactly how, and it's because I asked. But fuck, am I really that down bad?

Here I am, fucking living with the bitch. Sleeping in his bed, eating his food, while I drug Ajax and keep him asleep. I told Zhongli that I needed to be close by for research purposes. Cooking up new formulas, making sure Ajax keeps taking them well.

But surely I can have my fun with Zhongli, right?

Truthfully, the research I've been doing is on him. Sometimes, my brain is too great. I've developed a brain-altering device—a terminal, if you will—that I can put in him via a drug, that makes him listen to me. Well, more than listen to me. He'll be like a sponge, drinking up everything I tell him. Believing every word I say. Letting me do what I want. He'll be a good little lamb. The best. He'll make me proud.

That night, I wait for him to fall asleep. Did you know he sleepwalks and sleeptalks? Mumbling on and on about some Guizhong. It's fucking annoying. I restrain his wrists before injecting the device into his neck, watching it settle in the sinew right under his skin. I can't help but grin. This is too fucking easy.

This chip might be the best thing I've ever fucking made.

"That's it, little lamb. Fuck, take—take me deeper," I guide him, my hand fisting his hair as he sucks on my cock. He tries his hardest to do what I say, choking on me while attempting to accommodate me. I knew he'd look pretty on his knees for me.

I tug his mouth off my cock, nudging his face with it. He coughs violently, and it makes me laugh. He's so pathetic.

"Doing well, aren't you?" I praise him, smearing his tears across his face, "I'm going to cum soon. Think you can swallow it, little lamb?"

Like a good little bitch, he nods, so I push my cock into his mouth again.

"You like my dick, huh? Tastes that fucking good?" I groan, throwing my head back. Fuck. "Haven't had head this good in a while."

That night, I couldn't help but test the boundaries of the terminal I made. I did more to him than just make him suck me off. He was more than willing to let me touch him in bed, moaning like a little whore. My little whore. The perfect little lamb. And nobody can stop me.

I'll confess. I struggle a lot with control, and end up taking things a bit too far. Don't ask how Zhongli ended up in our bed, covered in cuts. He looks so pretty when he's in pain. But now, even with the chip, he won't listen to me or look at me.

In a moment of desperation, I grab his face and force him to look at me.

"Listen to me, bitch. You think I would hurt you? No, it was't me. It was that prick in the other room. Ajax did this to you. I would never, you hear me?" I fill his ears, watching his expression change.

"Ajax...?" he whispers, his sobs beginning to subside. And then he clings to me, giving me no choice but to hug him back.

I guess I'm in too deep now.

So maybe my new favourite thing is to blame it all on Ajax. It's been 17 months of me doing this to him, and only now have I discovered that I never had to be careful in the first place. I can use my little lamb as I like, break him down to nothing, only to build him back up the way I want to. It's too perfect. He worships me like a god. He'd do anything for me.

Poor thing didn't even realise we passed his birthday. He was too busy taking my cock up his ass to notice anything else. So I guess that's my fault, isn't it? If only I felt bad.

Karma's a real fucking bitch.

I've been kicking back in this house, watching Zhongli run around for me and doing what I like. Only to fucking find out that Ajax is starting to resist the drugs. I've been making new formulas since I got here, but I'm running out of ideas. I have nothing else to give him. Two fucking years—right when I think I can do this forever, the bastard starts to tolerate it. I already know it's because of what I've been doing to Zhongli.

Doesn't mean I feel bad, though, does it?

I'm getting to a point where I have no choice but to wake Ajax up. Explaining it to Zhongli is a pain, especially when he starts crying. Thankfully, I can shut him up. Even though Zhongli hates Ajax so much, he still doesn't want Ajax to die. Why not? It's fucking pathetic. I can't just kill him anyway, because Pierro would fucking kill me. Why did I ever accept this job?

But I'm reminded why I did when Zhongli starts to suck me off again. Sorry—when I make him suck me off again.

I might as well enjoy my little lamb while I still can.