𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

ƈɦ. 1 : ƈօռɖʊɨȶ

‼️ WARNING IN CASE YOU DIDN'T READ THE DESCRIPTION: ‼️ This fic gets dark. Throughout there will be instances/mentions of violence, gore, abuse, manipulation and drugs. If you're sensitive to any of that, I don't recommend reading.

Otherwise, if you're good with these, then enjoy :]

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You wake up in a cellar.

There were moss and leaf bug carcasses hung on the wall - almost like a butcher's room, yet worse.

Your senses don't come back as quickly as they'd like. But you're definitely tired and your limbs are aching like crazy. You take a ragged breath, and there it isーthe stench. Your throat feels rough; like sandpaper.

Blood cascades down the side of the walls, and you literally feel on the verge of throwing up, though you're not even sure your body has enough energy left to even do such thing.

You coughs grittily, like you'd just swallowed a thousand bees.

Then, you feel itーthe pain. It rushes back to you all at once, and you gag as you feel blood all sticky and dry on your forehead. Then, you feel the headache take place. It beats in your head. You doesn't feel good, not one bit.

You look up, all around you are distorted bodies, now dead. You could tell you were locked in a place belonging to Leshy, you could see it in the way the room was decorated.

A door lock clicks. You watches the handle twist and your breath seems to hitch.

There they stand. The man himself.

Leshy stands in the doorway, his bloodied bandage hanging around what once were his eyes. You flinch away from his hand as he brushes the bodies.

Your eyes feel heavy and weary. You were probably drugged, actually, you can feel the Benadryl's taste in the back of your throat. Yes. Drugged. Leshy does not move from the doorway, he doesn't sway at all. Are you dreaming, you pinch yourself for good measure. No you aren't-and it was a stupid idea, now your arms feel way worse. Great. You seriously can't feel any worse, yet you do.

You try to stand up, but for multiple reasons, you fail and fall down. First, your knees buckle at the damn thought of standing up, and your arms and knees are chained to the wall.

Leshy laughs. Literally just laughs. One singular laugh. Weirdo.

'Well go on then weirdo? Going to explain why the hell I'm here then?' You manage to growl grumpily.

Leshy slides past the door and slowly shuts it behind him. 'So you're just strong enough to talk, looks like the Benadryl didn't work.'

You bite back the temper to say something worse, though manage to mutter, 'Screw off. '

Leshy grunts, 'Shut up Lamb.'

Leshy walks over to you and crouches down to your height, and he's uncomfortably close. You push yourself against the wall and you let somewhat of a growl rise inside of your throat.

He rests a finger on your chin and props it up, 'Stop feeling sorry for yourself, wretch.'

His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you grab his arm and literally god damn snap it. You hear the crack of the bone, and Leshy backs away, 'Motherf-'
You can tell he wants to say something worse, but somehow manages not too. If you were in his position, you'd be throwing curses everywhere.

Good going though, you think to yourself.

Leshy looks up at you with his torn bandage and glares. 'You stupid lamb. Stupid, stupid lamb! You really decided to do this when you are in literally the worst position to be attacking me right now.'

You shrug, 'What's left to lose? I left Jaxie in charge. I couldn't really lose anything if you killed me, so go ahead worm.'

'Why are you so suicidal Lamb? What the hell's wrong with you?'

'Cause what is the fricken' point in trying the whole 'oh no please don't kill me' thing?'

In all honesty, it's not really that, you're just completely tired and a wreck. Your limbs ache so hard that they'll probably fall off, your head is pounding ー what really is the point?

Leshy, at this moment in time, is still holding onto his arm, cussing some words under his breath.

Music. Wait, music? Some old muffled tune rings nextdoor, and you cock your head. Leshy looks up from his arm. He looks blankly into the air. He's listening to the music. He hears it too. You aren't going crazy! That's one good thing about anything right now. Leshy grabs his wrist, which magically heals.

He then walks back over to you. You feel a hand attack your face. He's punching you, continuously. You try to run, but your legs falter. He grabs you by the scruff and holds you against the wall at face height. He plunges his teeth into your neck, trying to get you to bleed extremely aggressively.

Which works.

He stops his biting and you can feel the blood gushing out of the wound. Oh Lord. You're going to die, your going to die due to blood loss, how extremely boring.

Then you remember the bell. Holy mother of the lambs. This was your key out of here. Your conduit, I suppose.
With your last ounce of strength, you grasp the conduit, and rub it. It lets out a beam of light, which attacks Leshy. You snatch the keys and make a bolt for the door.

When you reach the door, you fiddle with the lock, before managing to break it and run. You slam the door behind you and dash for the nearest exit. You can feel yourself panting, and your breath is coming in rapid paces.

Leshy would be right behind you at any time now. What were you goddamn thinking? He's going to kill you now. Good Christ.

Then you finally find what you've been looking for, the exit. You slam your way into the door, which breaks open.

Free. Finally free. Now where the hell are you, and how are you going to get home?