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16.

Lemon warning for the next 3 chapters, but you should be safe from chapter 19... for a while:) Not too much happening plot-wise so feel free to skip these if it is not your cup of tea!

update: I decided to change these lemony parts, as they are too OOC for Al, and I have a different direction for him. But I didn't wanted to delete if I have already written all these embarrassing smut, so I left it in as Vincent's fantasies. The product of his sick brain will be written with italic and that is not reality only daydreaming lol

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What the fuck is wrong with me is the thought that keeps going back into Vincent's mind. He always knew something was not right, but this was a new level of insanity. He blames the shock and fear from seeing his community massacred and the concussion, but damn this is a new low even for him. Yes, Alastor is hot, but maybe not 'getting locked in your own sex room and potentially starving to death' hot. But the way he was carving that body up, the deadly look in his eyes, the mean tone it's all too much for Vincent to handle. Something about Alastor just makes him want to submit, and so he did. Fuck.

Hours pass, maybe even a day and it's a struggle to eat or drink and then he really has to go and he wonders if it's day or night and when will Alastor come to the fuck back. Eventually, he carries a big duffel bag and helps Vincent out of his shackles. Vincent doesn't complain about nor the aching nor the long waiting - he knows better by now, it's no use with Alastor, worse maybe it even makes him angry. He cleans himself in the bathroom and changes into the clothes Alastor smugly throws at him. He can tell these are his own clothes, probably fresh out of his wardrobe, which is odd. Well, after all, he still is in his own home, but how could Alastor grab these? The police probably found the scene he left already, and shit maybe they will find the trapdoor or the blueprints....

He has to shake his head, letting water run down his face to banish his racing thoughts. He has no control whatsoever over the situation, so best not to worry and hope Alastor won't fucking tie him up. Probably he could overpower him, but certainly, he had a knife again, and he seemed kind of skilled with it... Well still might be an option worth exploring if the man plans to leave him here again.

Finishing his shower (thank god he thought of this as an addition to the kinky bedroom) he dresses in the fresh clothes, and he feels human again. Stepping out of the bathroom he finds Alastor sitting on the bed, which seems to have fresh sheets now. He holds a food container out for Vincent, which he greedily takes, eating standing. Whatever it is, it's delicious, and not only because he hasn't eaten properly. He cannot even pay Alastor any mind he enjoys the food too much, it's some kind of rice dish with seafood, but he notices how mindful he is, packing him utensils and napkins.

"Great, now that that's done with, get back here and tie yourself back," Alastor says with a mean smile. Vincent puts the container down on the bedside table and then sighs. "I won't. Alastor, you cannot just leave me here to rot, you know that."

The other man chuckles, stands up, and shakes his head "Oh but I very much can. Or have you forgotten already who holds the leash?" Vincent hopes he is bluffing but the bastards gets a knife out, a different than last time. Fuck, here we go...

Vincent puts his hands up defensively to explain himself, but Alastor is already by his side pushing him down onto the bed. "Chains. Now."

"Easy there... I told you, I am happy to let this whole ordeal with murdering the others go, but I won't agree to be left here..." Alastor growls, pushing the knife next to his face onto the bed. "Careful Vincent, or I might just decide what to do with you very easily..." Vincent exhales, he tries not to look too obvious but he can already feel a boner forming. Damn his stupid sick brain...