Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

Breaking point

Yuri Katsuki

2 weeks later

Its every day. Every day some of my blood is taken. Some days it's Jean; the man whom I hate with a passion but can somehow talk to. He's staring to come more frequently too, it makes me worry for my future, if he develops an addiction I could become an empty raisin really quickly.

Then there's Kolya. He's made a habit of coming two or three times a week
And after every time I hate myself a little more. 

And to top it off they come to take more for Yakov to feast on.

Can't I just die? My body shouldn't be able to handle this output.

God. I haven't even got Yura to tell me I look like shit since he's busy competing. I just hope things go well with Otabek so at least somebody can be happy.

I aknowladge the sound of the door opening but just press my face deeper into the surface of my cold desk.

"Sit up" Kolya. Great. And he sounds even more pissed off then usual.

"I'm tired. Fuck off" I slur into the desk, not moving although I can feel him standing close to me.

"You're tired!?" He grabs my hair and painfully yanks it back so I'm forced to look at his face. He is very angry. "I am literally neck beep in 700 things right now! I've got government affairs, foreign affairs, business affairs and all of your shit to deal with! I've even got the king up my ass! I need to eat right now Yuri" he fureously bears his teeth at me, I can practically feel the angry heat coming off him.

"Good things come at a price Kolya. Deal with it you privileged asshole" I groan cutting my eyes at the man since I can't physically look away. 

"I have no good things in my life you disrispectful asshole!" He tugs again and I restrict my reaction to a twitch of my eye.

"Then you live a sad, sad life." I say a lot more smoothly. If he had a heart I'd feel sorry for him.

"It'd be less sad once I eat. And don't get violent. I know what you did to Jean" he gives me a stern look and I bite back a smile. Three days ago he came to suck on me as he does but before that we had a conversation and he told me I should have tried harder to win the GP. I completely lost it. I saw red. I changed and I had him on the floor in seconds, punching the shit out of him until he got a grip on himself and stopped me.

It felt so good, to see his face bleed, to see fear in his eyes.

"I've had enough" I whisper angrily. And he should really listen to me. Right now,  I'm the thin graphite that goes into a mechanical pencil, I know I'll snap soon. I want to snap.

"Too bad" Kolya snarls, grabbing my bicep and ripping my lethargic body out of my chair, pushing me against the wall right there with no hesitation. He gets closer to me, I can feel his cold breath on my neck, yet my thoughts are scattered in location. Inside my mind,  I can see myself breaking the hand on my arm, I can hear the bones in his knees dislodge as I kick it out of place,  I can feel his cold neck under my squeezing hands as I strangle him... none of the thoughts are in the moment though. In this moment Kolyas teeth are I'm me and I'm just standing, like a rag doll with half a spine. Like a coward.