When Angels Deserve to Die

Defiled

When Angels Deserve to Die

Key Zero: Defiled:

-Allen-

She's stripped me of everything. From clothing to sanity. She took everything from me. She took my wings. She took my powers. She took my purity. She took my free will. She took my voice. She took my sense of pride. She even went as far as to take my mind. Now she wants to take even more. She wants to take what is left of me.

I used to be beautiful. Scars covered my body. She ripped my wings off. She branded my back to make everyone see that I was hers. Some of my wounds take longer to heal now. But I still can't die. She made me look at myself in a mirror as she pegged me. She grabbed at my hair.

"Don't take your eyes off of yourself," she said. She pulled my hair hard enough to yank some of it out. With each thrust, it sank in about the horror staring back at me. Was that... me? When did I get so pale? The scars on my skin were screaming at me. I could see my bones through my body. When did my face get so sullen? My eyes looked so dead and empty. Where did I get the bags under my eyes? That collar around my neck might as well be a noose. I could see the scars of where my wings used to be. The scars of where I was branded mocked me. The longer I looked, the more I wanted to vomit. Her smacking me on my ass only made it worse.

"You like this, huh?" She smacked me again on the ass. "Say it!"

"Y-Y-Yes..." My voice came out in a harsh whisper. That wasn't me saying. Something inside of me has taken over my voice. She grabbed onto my cock and started jerking on it.

She's changed my body. I can't remember the last time I stood on my two feet. Lately, I want her to fuck me. She isn't letting me have my release. It started out with a new experiment. She's found a new way to break me. Now, she believes that ejaculation is dull. When she gets bored, she gets... creative. And that is bad news for me.

This latest experiment sought to ruin me. I know. That didn't sound possible. But she managed to find a way.

I didn't know what a nightmare until she took my wings. I tried to escape and since then, she's made it her mission to break me. I just had no idea how far she would go. She just keeps going. It's like she keeps pulling new methods out of thin air. I thought the worst she could do was force me to watch as the twins violated Ophelia.

I should have known.

Aizen should have been my first clue.

Aizen is eating me from the inside. He is still hungry. Any human would've been dead by now. I didn't think that any angel could survive him. However, he is running out of places to feed. Aizen is hunting for more places to feed.

There is still one more place that I have left. I am already starting to feel it.

I'm not sure which thoughts are mine anymore. There is a new voice in my head. He sounds so weak, so submissive. He enjoys the abuse he is receiving. He is begging for more. He's been coming out more lately. I don't have the will to shut him up. I can't shove him out of my head. Aizen has his claws deep in the base of my brain.

I don't know how much time I have left before he's completely taken over me. Everything that makes me me will be consumed. She wants to turn me into a mindless sex slave. This latest experiment will be the end of me.

She just had to be the one to push me.

I used to be able to retreat into my head when things got too much to bear. But now, it's starting to catch up to me there. I don't know how or when it happened. I can't stop it either. It's worse when I realized that it's spreading at an alarming rate. It's like trying to plug up one hole and then another one appears. Pretty soon, there are too many holes and I have no way to plug them all.

She leaned down to my ear. Her words chilled me.

No... Please don't. Please don't do this to me. You already won. You've taken so much. What more do you want from me?

I had no idea that she would go so far.

It all started with that damned black key.

"We're not done yet. We still have to look at what the black key leads to."

I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. What else could I do? I was bound to the bed, gagged, and blindfolded. She was the one in control. I was just forced to go along with it. But why did I want it so badly?

I'm barely hanging onto myself as it is. I don't know how long before I end up slipping and falling. I don't want to end up losing myself. I don't want to be here anymore. I want to go home. I want me back. I want... I want... I... I...

Oh no. It's happening again. I'm... I'm slipping away. No. Come back. Come back.

Come...

Where... Where am I?

I opened my eyes. I saw a see-through little boy with dark red hair staring back at me.