Dog - Ruki Mukami x Ayato Sakamaki

Part 2

Author's Notes

I'm sorry to all Ayato fans; it's not like I hate him or anything, I just love having him in distress.

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No one came to see him for quite some time. It could have been days, weeks, there was no way of knowing, not while he was trapped underground like this.

His hunger only grew as he was neglected, and his anger grew with it. He would have fits where he pulled at his chains, then after a while he would feel exhausted and simply lay on the floor, cursing everything.

Ayato had just finished one of his fits and was lying on the cold, stone floor, attempting to regulate his breathing, when he felt someone watching him.

"You're dead when I get out of this. I'll burn you all," Ayato threatened, but he was laughing, coughing as he spoke.

Ruki stood beside him, lips twitching in a faint smile at the image he was facing; Ayato looked wild, his hair was a mess covering his eyes, which were heavy lidded and bloodshot.

"I leave you alone for a little while and this is what you're reduced to. For all the talk about purebloods, you really are nothing more than a mindless animal," Ruki said, casually knocking his foot into Ayato's side.

Ayato simply stared up at Ruki, absolute hatred burning in his eyes.

"I think it's time we start you're training."

Ayato had chains around his wrists that went up to the ceiling, through a hook, and were fastened back on the floor. His ankles were bound as well, but it wasn't nearly as intricate.

Ruki pulled on the chains that led to Ayato's wrists, lifting him, with his arms above his head, until he was just barely touching the ground with his feet. Ruki secured Ayato in this position, then moved back to observe his captive.

Ayato didn't feel like threatening Ruki, he was too tired to fight in any way, but his eyes continued to silently challenge him.

It was a minute before Ruki stepped in front of Ayato, a whip held firmly in his hand. Ayato had pissed Reiji off enough times to guess where this was going.

Ruki raised the whip, holding it above his head and said, "Speak, Dog," then cracked it down on Ayato's chest.

He clenched his teeth, refusing to make any noise. He swallowed, trying to keep his breathing even, which was difficult because that hurt like hell. Ayato had a surprisingly low pain threshold for a vampire.

"I said speak." Ruki calmly gave the order again, crashing the whip against him.

Things went on like this for some time; Ruki was persistent, no doubt, and a real sadist, too. He smiled at the sight of blood starting to mark Ayato's skin, as his shirt was shredded and hanging loosely on his shoulders.

His jaw was still fixed shut in hope of neutralizing some of the pain. But he couldn't hold out forever, Ruki was a real piece of work, and a quiet, defeated "Woof" pushed past his lips.

The hand holding the whip lowered, and Ruki took Ayato's chin in his other, forcing their eyes to meet. The defiance in those green eyes flickered, desperately trying to reignite.

"Good boy," Ruki said in a condescending tone, brushing his thumb across Ayato's cheek. The touch was repulsive. Ayato tried to move away, but Ruki firmed his grip and, for a moment, bore into him with cold blue eyes.

Dropping his hand away, Ruki simply left; Ayato hoped he wouldn't come back.