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He looks like he just shit his pants lol
ANYWAYS
Months had passed since the day Malleus had left me in a bloodied heap, his twisted brand of love forever etched into my flesh and psyche. I had learned to exist in a world defined by fear and pain, the heavy chains of my captivity weighing on my body and soul. The tower that had become my prison was a grim sanctuary, its stone walls echoing with the silent cries of my anguish.
Each day was a cycle of dread and desperation, with Malleus's presence looming large. He kept me isolated, ensuring no one could breach the walls of his domain. I was his, and he had made it abundantly clear that escape was not an option. The leash attached to my shock collar served as a constant reminder of his ownership, a sinister bond that held me captive both physically and emotionally.
Today felt different, though. The air in the tower was thick with tension as I awaited Malleus's arrival. I could hear his footsteps approaching, each one resonating with authority. I braced myself, knowing I had little choice in what was to come.
As he stepped into the dim light of the chamber, his figure cast a long shadow across the floor. His bright green eyes glinted with an unsettling mixture of excitement and something darker, a predator surveying his prey. "Good evening, my precious flower," he said, his voice dripping with a sweetness that belied the menace behind it.
"Malleus," I whispered, feeling my heart race. "What do you want?"
His lips curved into a smile that sent shivers down my spine. "I have something special planned for us today. A little reminder of how far you've come."
"What do you mean?" My voice trembled as I attempted to mask my fear.
He stepped closer, the leash tightening around my neck as he tugged on it lightly. "You've had time to reflect on your situation, haven't you? You've grown stronger, but there's still so much more to teach you. Today, I want to help you truly embrace our bond."
My stomach twisted at his words, dread pooling within me. "What kind of lesson?"
Malleus knelt down before me, his gaze intense and unwavering. "I want you to understand that the pain I've given you is for your own good. It's a reminder that you belong to me, that I am the only one who can offer you the love you crave. The scars are symbols of our connection."
"Connection?" I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper. "You've hurt me."
"Yes," he replied, nodding as if my words only confirmed his point. "And you've also learned to be grateful for that pain, haven't you? To understand that my love is a gift. I'm the one who has kept you safe, even when it felt like suffering. You've grown accustomed to it."
His eyes glimmered with an unsettling pride as he spoke, and I fought against the tears threatening to spill. "You'll learn to love the suffering, Y/N. You'll see how beautiful it can be when it binds us together."
"Malleus, please," I pleaded, shaking my head. "I don't want this."
"Ah, but you do." He leaned closer, brushing a thumb over the jagged scars that marred my skin. "Deep down, you know that this is your reality now. And I will make sure you accept it."
He stood up, a flicker of mischief dancing in his eyes as he turned away for a moment. I held my breath, anticipating what he would produce. When he returned, he held the obsidian knife that had become all too familiar—a chilling reminder of my past pain.
"Today, I want you to feel something new, my dear. A deeper connection." He twirled the knife between his fingers, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light. "I think it's time we left a mark on you that you can never forget. Something that will remind you of our bond."
My heart raced as he approached, the knife hovering inches from my skin. "No," I gasped, instinctively recoiling, but the chains held me firmly in place.
"Don't fight it," he said softly, his voice almost soothing as he pressed the blade against my skin. "Just accept it. This is what love looks like. A reminder that you are mine and mine alone."
The sharp edge bit into my flesh, sending a jolt of pain through me, yet I found myself paralyzed, caught in the gaze of his emerald eyes. They were filled with a possessive hunger that made my heart pound in my chest. The cut was deep but purposeful, a clear line that mirrored the scars of the past.
"You'll learn to cherish these marks, Y/N," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Every time you see them, you'll remember who you belong to. You'll remember that you are safe with me."
Tears streamed down my face as I gritted my teeth against the pain, the world around me narrowing to the cruel reality of my existence. I felt lost, suffocated by the chains of his affection. I didn't want to accept this twisted love, yet I had no choice but to endure it.
"There, my love," Malleus said, standing back to admire his work. "Look at what we've created together. Isn't it beautiful?"
I forced myself to look down, my heart sinking at the sight of my own blood staining the floor. "It's not beautiful," I whispered, the words escaping my lips with difficulty.
"Not yet," he said, a smile creeping across his face as he wiped the blade clean. "But it will be. You'll see. With time, you'll come to appreciate the bond we share, the love that ties us together in ways you cannot yet understand."
Malleus stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. "I love you very much, Y/N. This is the only way for us to truly be happy. You're safe with me, and you always will be."
"I love you too, Malleus," I said, my voice shaking. But deep down, I knew that this wasn't love; it was a prison, and he was the warden. As I stared into his eyes, I could feel the darkness closing in around me, and I understood that this was my life now—a never-ending cycle of pain and twisted devotion.
