Angel In Devil's Clothing

John, Desire

Chapter 22

!!smut in this chapter, mentions of pedophilia and SA!!

[August 27th 1921]

Allen turns the radio on inside of John's hideout, humming with the tune of the jazz music as he looks over his handy work on Dan. He wasn't surprised when he found the man out of the chain he had replaced the ropes with when he came down to check on him.

Since it was an underground hideout, he had taken out the steel made ladder attached to the wall to prevent the man from escaping. It was easy for him to use his shadow to come out of the hideout, and because of his shadow consuming Dan's the other man has no other way of getting out of it.

He took the small scalpel from inside his tool kit, having a jump in his step as he approached Dan. Observing how the other tries to struggle out of the steel chair the brunette had placed him in. His wrists and ankles are chained onto it with tape covering his lips. Standing only a foot away from the seated man, he felt amused at hearing the sound of the man's panicked breathing when he caught sight of Allen holding a sharp object.

"Oh Dan, when are you going to realize that you will never be able to escape from me this time?" He smirks smugly when the man visibly shook as he took the scalpel and pressed it onto the man's ear and slid it along his jawline.

After a few months of him coming down to slowly torture and feed the man, he's not surprised to see him in such a worn out state with all the whip marks on his body.

Allen raises an eyebrow at him when he looks at the man in the eye. Seeing that despite his obviously frayed nerves, it seems that the man still has enough back bone to glare at him even with the situation that he's currently in.

"My, you're quite stubborn aren't you? But, No matter. Stubbornness will get you nowhere...." Without waiting for the man to react, he quickly shoves the scalpel inside the man's fingernail before ripping it off his index finger.

Dan screams are muffled by the tape on his mouth, though, Allen took pleasure in seeing tears starting to form on the man's eyes. He continues to remove the man's remaining fingernails, until there was no more left on his hands.

"Hm, it's missing something.... Ah yes!" He moves back to his tool kit as he reaches in and pulls out a jar of salt. To him, the look on Dan's face was hilarious and he can't help but laugh in the man's face for it. "Nothing better than to end the torture session by rubbing some salt in the wound!" He opens up the jar, watching how Dan's eyes dart towards the hand hovering over the opening.

But before he could take some salt, he swiftly pulls the tape off from the man's mouth for the first time in a few months during a torture session. Dan yelps at the sudden sting on his upper lip, noticing that parts of his unshaved facial hair had stuck onto the tape. "Hm... Oh well, at least you won't have to worry about shaving now am I right?" He laughs heartily at his own joke earning a glare from Dan as he growls lowly at him.

He wants to hear the man scream.... but, he'll have to restrain himself from torturing the man too much. He plans on only coming here before going home from work, feeding the man some deer every two or three days should be enough for him to last a few years.

Allen wants him to feel as much pain as the brunette could give him, though, he knows the man will never regret killing his mother. But, it would be very satisfying to witness how the man would slowly wither away inside this hideout. Even if he doesn't beg for mercy, seeing him suffer was enough to feel like he had avenged his mother.

Dan then snarls as he leans towards the brunette while struggling against his restraints, "FUCK YOU! YER JUST LIKE THAT NO GOOD-SCUMBAG OF A FATHER OF YERS-" He snaps at Allen, but his words were cut off when the brunette caught his face in a very tight grip.