✰Bound by Blood✰ Crimson x reader

Final Punishment

In the dimly lit room, illuminated only by a few rays of moonlight filtering through the large gaps in the curtains, Colton sat leaning against the wall, one leg raised and the other dangling, sighing wearily with a vacant, hopeless gaze. The dried blood on his face was now smeared by the desperate tears of despair-tears that foresaw a tomorrow. Last night had been a nightmare, not a physical one, but a nightmare of the soul. Just beyond this wall lay Crimson's bedroom, where the sounds of their lovemaking had echoed last night.

Crimson was right; he would have to endure something worse than physical torture. With his cruelty, Crimson had completely shattered Colton's last line of defense, utterly crushing him with that one blow. But it wasn't the end; who knew what awaited him next?.

For the first time in years, and perhaps the last, Colton wept. It was only the woman he loved could make a man with such a strong exterior crumble so easily.

He stared blankly into the dark void, illuminated only by a few flickering rays of light, enough to keep the world before him from completely plunging into darkness.

His mind was completely empty, only his desperate eyes gazed into the hopeless void, and he sighed once more. Memories flashed before his eyes, each one unintentionally.

During the past two weeks of confinement, he had dreamt of you many times, thought about you, and the memories of what had happened were still fresh but left a lasting impression on his mind.

Your smile, or the first time he met a drunk girl in that club-with just one glance, your eyes captivated him.

Those look likes once innocent dark eyes now held a hidden sadness, or perhaps a heavy burden, leaving him utterly captivated and curious to know the story behind them. But you were too strong, pushing him away with your few words each time he tried to approach you, until one sleepless night you both lost sleep, and that was the beginning of a series of wonderful memories that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

A private space with you, like a couple in the early stages of getting to know each other, where you begin to warm up with him, talking more, laughing more, and perhaps your eyes become less melancholic, even if only for a moment. The fact that he can distract you from your worries and focus only on him is enough to make him happy. You will never know how much he loves you.

A passionate love stemming from an innocent heart that had never loved before, that innocence led to the later outcome.

Colton could never have imagined that Crimson could be so cruel. The young man naively believed he could find a way to persuade Crimson, perhaps with money or status, but until he realized what Crimson needed from you was something he could never replace.

But it was too late; reality struck his heart with such agonizing pain , felt as if it would stop beating. Before anything could happen, Colton was bound and tortured for crossing the line Crimson had set for himself.

Fourteen long nights of pain and humiliation, not a single night went by that Colton didn't pray for your safety. He would set the world on fire just to see your smile.

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His eyes seemed burning, but they hold back the tears, as if they were numb.

His horns were sawed off, his body reeked of blood, soaking his suit, the scent of dried blood from the floor mingling in the air, suffocating Colton. This was perhaps Crimson's harshest punishment: torture, then rest, recovery, then torture again, a never-ending cycle, new wounds piled upon old ones, fresh drops of blood mixing and diluting the old, dried blood clinging to his face and body. Now he could barely move his facial muscles.

Crimson had been so busy preparing for the wedding that no one had time to visit this room,that they almost forgot about Colton , which makes his eating habits had become increasingly erratic, with simple and meager menus.