Zervia: Obsessed and Possessed

Chapter One: Nightmare

The crimson deep red substance called blood drips from inside my body, touching the air, as it drips from inside me, touching the ground in an instant. His numbing, paralyzing, dark, mysterious and icy cold charcoal eyes don't look away at my blood. My chest hurts and my heart feels like it will explode from my chest. I can't stand this pain building up inside me. Not only is it physical pain, but it is also emotional. Every bone in my body has been emotionally crushed, brutally tormented to the point where the pain shall haunt my body forever and ever.

I feel my blood slip forward onto my bright pink fleshy tongue, as all I taste is iron. I gag at the repulsive taste as it drips from outside of my mouth, journeying forward onto my lips until it rolls down to my chin. The purple mist slowly surrounds my body, as I quiver in fear, as it draws closer and wants to consume and take over my soul. "Don't be afraid. Just breathe. Let it slide within you. Let it pierce you slowly. Pain shall always turn into pleasure. Don't ignore what you are feeling. Throw away the pain."

I can barely breathe. Gasping is what allows me to do so. He tilts my chin up as my neck is visible to him. All the bite marks--and his so called love marks stain my neck. "Now. Shall we plant another mark?" He smirks, asking slowly. Well it was more of a statement. He'll do it anyways, without my consent. His lips part away, as two crystal white fangs protrude from his mouth. In three seconds, I slowly close my eyes, and in my mind I know what is going to come next. Two tiny stabs form at my neck.

My blood leaves my body once more. I can feel some of my liquid drip down my slender neck, as he grunts, enjoying the potion of my sweet nectar I have provided for him. It drives him crazy, even sparking his lust for me. As he drinks away, he pulls out the sword from inside me, making me wince and almost jump back into the paved wall. He throws the weapon behind him as he sees the immense pool of blood surround the floor, and bathe me almost entirely. "What a mess." He murmurs, while grasping my hands.

The white dress is tattered, ruined, bloodied. He grabs the middle of the dress as he rips away, shredding it into thousands of pieces as they slide onto my blood, becoming a deep red. "I despised white anyways. I don't believe white suits you one bit. Perhaps, black shall." His eyes roam around my naked body as he then pulls me into his arms and forcefully carries me. "Let's bathe you, shall we?" I can feel my blood trickle down my body and the puddle is left, and he walks out of the room and heads for the bathroom. Clear white and squeaky clean.

The bathtub awaits my broken and shattered body as he carefully takes small steps towards it, as if dropping me would make me break even more. He slowly places me inside the tub, grabbing the bright cheesy orange sponge with holes and begins to scrub away at my arms, lifting them off, cleaning them blood-free of the crimson stains that taint my skin. Up my shoulders he goes, rubbing them back and forth, then up the back of my neck, slowly, until he reaches the end of my neck, the circulates it the front of my neck, scrubbing from beneath my chin down to my chest. He slowly pulls the sponge away, tossing it into a gray bucket, letting it touch the clear water that is now turning into a light red almost orange color. With his hands, he squeezes the excess out before shifting over to my back, slowly going down to the back of my waist. I close my eyes, before he begins to scrub in the most secret of areas. The pool of water that surrounds me is now the color of my blood. He smiles in amazement as he then picks me up.

"Now my queen, you need to be dressed. Shall I dress you?" He asks me as I look down, avoiding absolute eye contact from him. "No thank you. Juvia shall dress herself..." I mutter softly as he hugs my naked body. "Is that so? But I shall choose what you shall wear. Is that clear?" He smiles a fake one as I nod, knowing I must absolutely agree with his every command. "Good girl." He smiles as he then carries me into our room and opens up my dresser chest and fishes out my new fresh clothes to wear.

A black and blue patterned lingerie with the front of the top being a red Z on it. A black and blue matching underwear. And then, a dress. A black dress with ruffles near the waist and it reaches above the knees. "Wear this." He says, handing them to me, as he stands, awaiting for me to get dressed. But of course. I shall never have privacy. He shall watch me change and strip. I slip on the sultry undergarments, forcing them on before throwing on the dress over it. "Now then, my queen, shall we get sleep?" He asks, as I slowly give him a nod.

He smiles, loving the positive answer I have bestowed. He throws the black curtains that dangle from the very top of the bed in order to climb in. He throws the covers off before letting me climb in, slipping into the right side as his is the left. "Well then, Juvia, shall we slumber away, or shall we..." The words then slip out of his mouth. The words that I fear the very most to come out from his mouth. The words that drives me insane to the point where I scream and cry and want to fly.

"Make love?"