TOTCF content because my brain go brr

This dragon belongs to me now.

- tw gross descriptions. (im sorry, i don't know how to do tw's)-

"We found another cursed book? God I hope its fucking worth something this time." Venion grumbled at his servants. He hated being interrupted during his private times. He worked so hard to make sure he became the heir to the Stan territory. So when he went down to the underworld to relax and let out some frustration, he shouldn't be interrupted.

"No, no, you don't understand. When we travelled here, Lian-"

"Who?" He looked at him with contempt, angry that he confused him. Taking no notes of the pale, sickly look the servant sported, he changed his blood soaked gloves out for new ones. He carefully discarded them. Noticing the blood splatter on his cuff, he got some cold water to clean it off. He only had this dragon in his custody for a year or so, he wasn't about to lose it because of carelessness. That stupid thing wasn't getting tamed after all of his efforts, after spending all this money on him, after all that stress.

"...the blond one, was the one carrying it. He became this slave sort of thing under it's control. Everything we asked from him, he fulfilled, even if it caused him physical strain. But he also wouldn't let it go. It only took him 3 weeks to..."

"He... became submissive you say? Hah, it's perfect." Venion's crooked smile grew too big for his face. "You know what to do with it, don't you?" He tilted his face up to look down on the servant, his eyes became slivers. He began to laugh as his mind went wild with possibilities. He then noticed that how the servant was holding the cursed thing.

The servant nodded meekly and hurriedly ran out to the hall. The dank smell hit his nose first, and his eyes stung. This villa that housed Venion's secret get-away always had a distinct smell of death and sex in the air. It disgusted the servant who had only worked under the Stan for a few weeks, so he hadn't adjusted to the smell yet. The more experienced servants offered him scented handkerchiefs to hide the smell, however it was obvious they didn't smell it anymore. It was also obvious that Venion took pleasure in the smell. 

The servant clutched the severed hand closer to his chest. Out of everything, this must have been the most horrific thing he had done. Cutting off his own little brother's hand off, not even being able to save him. Trying to pry the book out of his claw-like fingers, watching as his baby brother turned into a monster, he often woke up in a cold sweat. Now, he holds the pale claw-like hand in his own, following orders, just like he was made to. The severed hand was the only way he too wouldn't get infected. His mother would be so sad to lose another son.

Venion followed behind the servant, already plotting how to use the dragon at this point in time. He cared not for the servant in front of him, except for the fact that the jelly-legged sway that he had was slowing them down. He longed for a moment like this, and finally his prayers were answered. He couldn't help his hoping the curse will weaken its' spirit to tame it, barely veiling his evil desires with an uncontrollable smile.

They opened the door to the torture chamber, smiling at the dragon. It glared back at him disrespectfully, a snarl on the useless thing's teeth. It was a baby, hardly something to fear under his precautions. Venion smiled harder. He was about to have it all for himself. 

Venion took the hand from the servant's one and threw it unceremoniously in front of the dragon, who didn't even startle. He looked on it with equal parts curiousity and concern. It was almost like that stupid thing had thoughts. Obviously it didn't, otherwise it would've submitted before this point. He almost felt bad if he wasn't so excited.

The black dragon growled as Venion stepped closer. His wounds hadn't even had a chance to heal, and knowing that fucking asshole, he was going to pour vinegar onto the wounds before whipping them. The black dragon was resilient, unwillingly to become weak under the withering look that Venion had gave him. He was going to see the sky, and that means he was going to live. He wasn't going to become mindless.