The other day she woke up her head throbbing in pain so as her body. “Ah fuck! What the hell happened?!” she cussed and as she did her headache worsened. As she looked around, at first she didn’t recognized the place then after a few moments she had discerned that she was still at the guy’s bedroom.
“Shit! This is bad!” her instincts told her but even without her instincts telling her it was obvious that something bad had happened.
She tried to stand up but the exertion was wasted. She can’t stand, she can’t move properly because of the handcuffs, shackles and even vines. And what’s worst was her hangover was silently killing her.
Since she can’t do anything she tried to remember what really happened. She was able to recall some fragments of what had occurred. She recalled provoking the guy and being hit by a lightning bolt.
“Lightning bolt?!!What is he?” she asked herself. Raven somehow knew the answer to her question but she doesn’t want to accept it. It was too early for her to deal with some menacing mutants. For her it was already a punishment to be in the place she was in and it was a torture being with a fucking mutant. What’s more was that she just used her power, her abilities being a mutant.
“What did I do to deserve this?? Can’t the ground just swallow me right now?!” she yelled.
***
Neal walked forward to where she was, now immovable, and he smirked down at her.
"You are pathetic." He growled. "Later darling, the ground will certainly swallow you; I just have to dig your grave!" Obviously, she had no intention of looking for a mutant. So Neal could imagine how freaked out she was now-- trapped in a room with a menacing mutant that all people precisely been avoiding. Realizing this and apparently scared out of her wits, she screamed and just wanted to die.
He smiled and stood by her side. "You will scream for me, my darling, you will scream all night long." He stepped back, and walked over to the wall where he picked up a short knife, slightly stubby, but beautifully decorated. "This one is lovely is it not? One of my own makings, I decorated it myself; even put my initials into the handle. N.P.A. Neal Patrick Ackerman." He smirked and brought the edge of the blade onto her cheek. He gently pressed down with it, his eyes on hers as he smiled at her.
"This one won't hurt too much, but I like to start off easy, get a feel for your pain threshold." He smiled pressing down on the blade.
(Neal’s dagger)
***
"My----my beautiful c—c—h--cheeks!!” she yelled as the guy pierce her cheeks slowly. It was insane, the pain she was feeling, her situation, her headache ... the guy in front of her; everything was insane.
She had tasted the blood flowing down her cheeks. "Ahh so that's what it taste!” she stated when the guy finally stopped cutting her cheeks. The guy looked at her curiously probably thinking what on earth she was saying. If the guy in front of her was insane then she was crazy
***
Neal grinned as her screams echoed around the room, wonderful, beautiful screams of pain. He smiled as he saw the blood and the girl could taste it. A wonderful smell of burnt flesh and her screams made it all the more clear to him. He bent down so his lips were right next to her ear; he put his hands on her shoulders to keep her from thrashing to much as he said directly into her ear. "You are now my pet." He whispered darkly into her ear.
He moved to her other side and grinned, his lips brushing against her ear, ignoring what the hell she was saying. "Do you like the taste of your blood?" He growled, his hand coming forward and snaking around her neck, pinning her to the place she was even more. "You want more!" He shouted the last word into her ear.
