The New Era (Zene)

Chapter 13- Haunting Memories

Zane was floating in an endless void of pitch blackness, with no guide or escape.

Tears flowed down his face freely, as he curled up into a ball and continued to float into the bottomless abyss of misery. He felt a stinging pain throbbing in his heart, but he couldn't pin down the exact feeling.

Beside him, a bright flash of white light blinded him. When it died down, and his sight adjusted to the sudden brightness, Zane could see that it was like a pool of water reflecting something...

The ceiling was a dark and dull grey, with a single lightbulb to light up the room. The lightbulb would flicker every once and a while, bit there was a backup candle just in case.. It took him a while to realize it, but he was sitting on what appeared to be a yoga mat.... beside him was a larger figure, with darker and shinier black hair and more soothing teal blue eyes....

Gene....

"Gene....?" Zane asked quietly, looking up at the older male.

"Yeah, Kitty?" Gene asked him, looking down at him with a weak smile.

"When... when can I go home?" He asked, but he felt as though he already knew the answer.

"When I say you can." He answered with a huff, wrapping his arm around Zane's shoulders. "Did you hit your head and get amnesia?"

"No.... why?" He asked, shuddering a bit.

"You're my Kitty. You obey me, and only need me." He hissed darkly, revealing what appeared to be a knife.

"G-Gene....!!" He cried, his eye tearing up at the sight of the knife.

Gene ignored his cry, grabbing onto the right arm of Zane, which was wrapped in bloody bandages. He unwrapped his arm, revealing what appeared to be scars. Some were recent, and the others looked to be weeks old. He brought the knife to a section of Zane's arm that was untouched, and began to make the cuts on it.

"Gene, stop!!" Zane sobbed, the pain being unbearable. "I promise I'll be a good Kitty!! I'll sing, I'll dance, I'll play pretend, I'll do anything!!!!"

"Hm.... anything?" Gene asked with a smirk, and Zane immediately regretted his words.

"I-If it means I can survive..." He whimpered, watching as the scarlet red liquid dripped from his arm.

"Alright then...." He began to chuckle darkly in a sick and perverted way, and Zane could see the lustful red blaze in his eyes. "Do Master a favor..... and strip~."

Zane blushed furiously, before slipping off his shirt, along with his shorts and underwear. He kept his gaze fixed on the cold, bare ground of Gene's basement, as he could feel the other male wrap his arms around his waist.