Miricles and Murder (Kurloz X reader)

Part 9

A harsh collision with a stone floor awakens you, as if someone had lifted you by your shirt and then dropped you back down. Your eyes carefully open and look up to the troll standing tall in front of you. He seems to be a mile high from your position on the floor, and his smile is nothing more than an evanescent sparkle of white in the shadowy mask of his face. Your hands are bound behind your back. You take in a slow, deep breath, and then bark an incantation at him while trying to free your arms. He grunts and falls to the floor, but miraculously keeps consciousness—which he shouldn't have, as that was a verbal form of the tranquilizer you had sent Lukas hunting with.

He gets back up with a growl that prickles the hair on your scalp, and you open your jaw to send the incantation again. A palm slams down over your mouth to silence you, and you wince at the painful pressure.

"Not motherfucking likely, sis." Panicked, you bite down as hard as you can on him—but he only laughs. The utterance echoes from the walls of the large room you are in, warping into a much more sinister noise than it originally should have been. "Keep that motherfucking shit up, sis, and I'll think you're all up and hitting on me." He honks in amusement and you immediately let go, remembering what you have read about a troll's black quadrant. You know that you don't want to encourage him. You'd never survive it...not with the cruel insanity you can see in his expression.

"So you're one of those miraculous conjurers, are you? WELL WE CAN'T HAVE YOU MOTHERFUCKING RUINING THE FUN, NOW CAN WE?" He shoves you onto your stomach and you feel him ripping away the back of your shirt, then tying it around your hands and immobilizing your fingers. Obviously he wasn't taking any chances. He flips you back over—the cold of the stone stinging your skin—and you try to spit out another spell, but his hand clamps your jaw closed over your tongue. Coppery blood overpowers your taste buds, making you sick. And the feeling only gets worse as your attacker pulls out a knife and lowers it to your belly. The cold metal touches your soft flesh and you flinch, breath catching in fear. It runs slowly up the expanse, scratching you in a long, irritated line. Then, with a quick movement—that makes you shriek from the suddenness of the action—he cuts away the rest of your shirt. The cool air makes you shiver as much as the fascination in his eyes does. He moves a hand forward to squeeze the flesh of your side painfully, and you release a hiss of air through your teeth as his claws scrape your skin.

"Don't you touch me, you monster," you hiss. His eyes narrow on your mouth and he snarls, reaching for your throat and forcing your face up to his.

"I'LL DO WHATEVER THE MOTHERFUCK I WANT TO, BITCH." He drops you with a laugh and you grunt in pain. The killer above you bunches the cloth of the shirt in his fist and brings it toward your mouth, but you stubbornly clench your jaws shut and turn your head away. His breath tickles your neck as he leans down. "You'll do as I say, motherfucker, or you won't live to see the morning. NOW OPEN YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH FOR ME." You wince as he yells into your ear, but only reply by attempting to slam your head into his. He pulls back with a snarl and slaps you across the face. You feel the flesh throbbing from the blow, the feeling as hot as the anger in his glare. You whimper unconsciously and he grins, breathing deeply to inhale the essence of your fear.

"By the time I am done with you, there won't be a visible place on your body that won't show the miracles of my mark." He clamps your jaw between his fingers and forces it to open, which you retaliate against by chomping his thumb between your molars. He rips it away with a growl and fists your hair, forcing your head to the side. You scream as his fangs stab at the flesh between your neck and your shoulder, and warm blood leaks from the wounds to tickle its way down your skin. With your mouth stretched wide he takes the advantage of stuffing the shirt's remains into the cavern, choking you as it dries out your mouth and gags you. He licks your blood away with a wicked gleam in his eye and your skin crawls in disgust.