Cradles | Alastor Angst

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HEY CHAT WSG

TW:

- Lots and lots of gore
- OOC Characters
- AU/HC
- Nice Lilith

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Nobody's POV

Alastor waited nervously, clothes piled neatly on a chair nearby. Dispite it being a punishment, and not the reward she always dreaded, She still liked to see as much of her body as possible.

Alastor closed her eyes as the clock ticked to 8:00.

Her ears flattened as a figure appeared in the centre of the room. Alastor immediately dropped to the ground, shakily bowing, trembling with fear at the mere sight of the person that had tortured him during those dark years. She circled him, trailing a finger over her back, the forcing her into a crouch.

'You've dissapointed me, pet.' Alastor was careful not to move under her gentle touch. 'Do you know why?'

Alastor thought for a moment. 'No, Mistress.' She said shaily. A yelp of pain escaped her as She pushed her to the ground, grinding her body into the carpet. A displeased noise escaped Her.

'I much prefered it when you had wooden floors, pet. But I suppose this will help muffle any noise you might make.'

Alastor shivered at Her words. A pained noise escaped her as the lights flickered off, bathing the room in darkness. Of course. This looked so much like- it was so dark-

Alastor closed her eyes, sucking in a deep breath. Everything was fine, fine, fine. She hated the way her body tembled under the light touch on her side, the way the darkness made her shake in terror.

Alastor cried out in agony as the finger trailing down her ribcage suddenly tore into her flesh with a ripping sound, opening a deep gash on her side. She quickly scrambled away, breathing laboured and wheesing as she shook. Alastor's eyes were wide, darting around in the pitch darkness. She clutched her head, trying to phisically stop the onslaught of horrible memories that threatened to fill her head. 

A gash opened on her thigh, a gold blade radiating light whipping through the air. Alastor's blood turned cold at the sight of the familiar weapon. She scrambled back-

-but there was no wall behind her, no sense of comfort as the gold blade plunged toward her. A new burning, deep wound joined the dozens of others littering her body, tan coloured fur stained with red, her usually fluffy body matted and tangled. Tears fell freely from her eyes as her smile quivered, eyes wide with fear. 

The golden blade tore easily through her flesh, cutting tendons and ripping muscle, a dull burn going through her as the blade hit her bone. Fresh blood gushed out of the wound, coating the darker blood still present on her writhing form from past punishments and 'rewards'. The raised edges of the dripping cuts made her torso look like a carcass, sliced up and dripping ruby liquid down her body.

The scars on her skin-

-suddenly dripped with warm, wet blood as the crushing weight of darkness pressed down on her, unpredictable stabs and slashes piercing her skin from every side. Just as she moved to defend herself, a sudden shock of pain made her cry out in agony. She opened her mouth to scream as She clawed at her back, cutting into it with a knife, large peices of flesh falling to the carpet. A wave of pain washed over Alastor like a blanket, suffocating her in it's wrath.

Then, there was silence. Alastor sat completely still for a moment. Had she left? Was it midnight already? She moved to check and a sharp blade stabbed through her cheek, cutting through her mouth. Alastor screamed, her captor dragging the glittering knife down her face, cutting into her mouth. Tears ran down Alastor's face, mixing with the blood on her cheek. The freezing hot metal slid to the opposite side of her lips, opening a wide gash that curled towards her eyes.