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8. Lies cover the truth

(This one has some gore in it. Just warning you.)

Your heart was racing and you could feel the bonds around your wrists. You opened your eyes but it didn't make a difference, feeling fabric over your eyes. You heard movement on the other wall as if it was the same for the other person. The room went silent as the door opened, familiar footsteps came towards you and you started whimpering. You felt yourself shiver and goosebumps crossed your skin. A cold hand gently took off the mask, tears glazed over your eyes. You could see Kankri and Cronus behind him. They were chained to the wall, their mouths and eyes being covered like yours. The only difference being that they actually had clothes on, well you had your panties on but that was it. You felt yourself starting to sob but before anything else could happen you heard him unlock the chains around your wrist. He said nothing as he picked you up and brought you back into his bedroom. You knew what was going to happen but you felt like the air was different. He laid you down on the bed and crawled on top of you, his hair hanging from his head almost like a curtain around your faces as you stared into his eyes. Noticing a change in the milky orbs. Lust and jealousy was somehow replaced with love and...fear? His hand ran across your chin and he pressed his scarred lips against yours. It felt..loving. You slowly felt yourself kissing back and his lips curled into a smile. His tongue lightly ran across your lips and you parted them slightly. His hand intertwined in your (h/c) locks. Gently tugging on them. His tongue playfully running across yours. You felt yourself smile softly. He pulled away panting and staring into your eyes. Your face was flushed heavily and your body trembled beneath him. This obviously wasn't this first time doing stuff with him, but you knew that because of his size it would still hurt like before. He saw he look in your eyes and sighed quietly before running his chilled hands up and down your curves. His face rested in the crook of your neck and his hands slowly stopped at your waist. "I love you so fucking much (y/n)~" he purred loud enough for you to hear. This made your heart flip, it felt like he actually meant it. There wasn't a catch or a trick to be played. A small smile graced over your pink lips. "Love you to Loz." You felt a smile make its way onto his lips. A loud purring emitted from his throat and he cuddled closer to you. His breathing made a shiver go down your spine slightly. You curled closer to him as you were cold without most of your clothes, a little surprised at the fact that he was warmer then you. But you just smiled and closed your eyes. A calm sleep took over, and you actually felt like things were changing.

He had waited until she was asleep, unraveling himself from her and covering her calm form with a blanket before leaving the room. Walking past the room from before he headed to the stairs with a grin on his face. His footsteps echoed through the quiet house as he made his way to the basement. The stairs creaking slightly as his feet made contact with them. A soft whimpering echoed off the cold walls. Chains rattled and quiet sobbing started but stopped when his footsteps were heard. "Don't worry Meu, we'll be purrfectly fine in the end...right?" A soft voice whimpered but stopped as the highblood entered the room. His lips turned into a scowl at the two trolls before him, but it slowly turned into a sadistic grin. "I have done so motherfucking much for you..and you repay me by betrayal and lies. You took the fucking enemies side when I needed help-" the smaller troll interrupted. "YOU MURDERED HIM MAKARA, SHE WOULDN'T EVFURR TAKE YOUR SIDE." She screamed at him. His frame showed obvious irritation at the kittens outburst. A dark chuckle erupted from him as he walked over to the table with various 'tools' on it. "I wouldn't want to motherfucking talk back if you want it to be quick and easy." He picked up a razor from the table and looked over at the smaller troll that shook at the sight of the blade in his hand. His grin only grew as he got another blade and made his way over to her. Meulin started struggling to protect her dancestor but couldn't get herself free from the tightened metal around her wrists. Tears started building up as she watched. He watched her for a moment before his eyes landed on her curled up tail. When she noticed him looking at it she started getting scared and tried to hide it. But she let out a yelp as he yanked it back. He grumbled in annoyance and turned her to sit on her side. Where Meulin and him could see her face, and he could see her tail. She whimpered and cried but didn't move. He looked down her back and finally saw where the tail started. Her body tensed as the cold metal made contact with her skin. The blade ever so lightly grazing her skin. But without warning she felt the blade cut deep into the tissue and muscle. A blood curdling scream was let out, but the walls were sound proof. Her tail swished around at the ungodly pain, trying to get away from the blade. It had reached midway but was stopped by the bone. Her lip trembled and her face was drenched in olive tears. His hand roughly grabbed what was left of the limb and broke it before ripping the rest of it off. Blue fur flew everywhere and the sound of ripping off wet flesh echoed. Deep olive blood poured from the wound. He got up and went to he table, setting the green stained tail down in a clear space. Looking back at her with a grin across his face. She was obviously in quite a bit of pain but for him it was a show worth watching. He put the blade back and pulled out the razor that he had put in his pocket, flipping it around to taunt the victim before putting it back in his pocket. She had looked over at him for a split second and her eyes widened at the sight of another blade. Her dancestor trying to comfort her but failing as she visibly got more terrified. Her pupils dilated as he walked over to her quietly. Crouching down and holding her head in place with his hands. He looked deeply into her eyes and it made his grin grow. She could see his arm move but she couldn't look away from his eyes. He took one hand away and looked down at what he held in his hand. A sharpened scalpel laid in the palm of his hand. Tears started rolling down her cheeks and she started thrashing around to try and get free. He grunted in annoyance and got up to go back to the table. He walked back towards her and strapped her arms and legs down. A growl came up from his throat."Not that much fucking fun if you can fight back." His grin turned dark and he crouched down, holding the small blade above her right eye. She hiccuped and he wasted no time jamming the blade deep into her green eye. Her vocal cords ached as she screamed once more, the unbearable feeling of pain made her body convulse beneath him. He growled once more and violently gripped her chin to hold her head in place. It shut her mouth but she was still trying to scream out cries for help. He moved the blade to where it went around the eye to carve it out. Blood was pouring down her cheek and was covering his hands. He took the scalpel out and took two of his fingers ,pushing them into one of the corners to get the eye out. A sickening sound was made as he managed to get his finger behind the eye, his fingers pushing it forward. The damaged eye was caught with his other hand. He looked at it and sighed in frustration. But a calm look overtook his features. "Don't worry, we have three more to test on~" he muttered loud enough for the two Leo's to hear. Nepeta felt tears trying to escape from her eye socket and she gritted her teeth at the pain it caused. He chuckled and set her eye down on the table next to the tail. His head flickered over to her, just watching and wondering what to do next. Her body was almost completely covered in blood and her dancestor had tear running down her face as she clenched her eyes shut. He suddenly thought of something and went over to a box on an old shelf. Pulling out a needle and thread, putting it in his pocket for later. Walking over it the table he grabbed a familiar weapon, well it was familiar to him. Like the grand highbloods spiked club but small enough to where it was like a bat. He walked over to the barely conscious troll. Another grin came across his lips as he inserted a needle into her neck. A couple seconds later her eye widened and she became more fearful. "There we go, it's not that much fucking fun if your dead." He growled and then she saw the club. She immediately started screaming and his laugh echoed through the room. "You're so motherfucking innocent Nepeta." He said as he slammed the club down on her shoulder, Meulin started screaming as the club made contact with her shoulders and arms over and over again. Sickening crunches were heard, bone cracking and muscles tearing. He pulled out the blood stained club and stood up straight. Her eyes were glazed over and her mouth hung open with fear, she was gone. Meulin sobbed as he took the body out of the shackles and disposed of it. No matter how loud how hard she cried, no one could hear her.