Lovely Bruises//Christblood

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Total Word Count; 656

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SLAP

Damien's eye cracked open as a harsh slap was run across his face. The sudden jolt of pain snapped him out of the....whatever-induced sleep.

" Fucking, finally"

Joseph lightly tapped Damien's cheek with his index fingers in an almost mocking way. A pair of dull purple bruises traced underneath his eye to his jaw. Joseph pressed on them to help Damien become conscious.

Damien attempted to swat away the hands that prodded him, but it proved useless. He was tightly bound to a chair with little to no away at all to move. The best he could manage was a shimmy.

Joseph kneeled down so that Damien could see eye to eye with him. Damien's face was a blend of absolute horror and mild rage. Not much of a surprise, really.

" What's wrong? I didn't cut out your tongue yet" Joseph said an amused grin.

" Burn in hell" Damien spat right back.

Joseph pretended to taken back by the comment. " Don't worry," he said bluntly.

" I shall "

He stood back up and seemingly pulled the knife from before and a pair of rusty scissors from this air. He taunted Damien by waving them directly in front of his face. " Pick one. Or two, if you're feeling....excitable" Joseph's voice was dripping with an unpleasant mix of venom and sugar.

Damien was about to retaliate when the knife was plunged a hair's length from his neck into the back of the chair. He could feel the cold metal brushing against his neck, almost cutting him. " Scissors. Scissors please" he said shakily.

" Really? You're going to be boring?" Joseph said with a disappointed look. Nevertheless, he brandished a pair of scissors and,

Proceeded to chop all of Damien's hair off. It's final length was right under his ears. The musty air settled on his neck in an uncomfortable way, like a strangers lukewarm breath.

" That was it? Really?" Damien asked bravely. He honestly expected something much worse, like getting his eye gouged out and having the optic nerve core cut. Joseph glared agitatedly at him. " Don't fucking mock me. You chose wisely, that's all" Joseph spat.

In a show of dominance over him, he rammed the scissors into the Goth's leg and twisted them in like one would a cork. Damien screamed as blood spurted from the wound accordingly, staining Joseph's hands. " Better. Maybe now you will learn to hold your tongue"

Damien didn't hold his tongue, but instead bit it to keep the chocking gasps down. The metal was buried at least, 2 inches below the skin.

Joseph noticed him fighting back the antagonizing pain and gritted his teeth. " You know, Jasper cried when I slit his wrists. Bawled his eyes out at a minor injury, and yet you try to resist something that could easily end you.

I thought Victorians had horrible tolerances to things such as this. Very tetanus and die already".

Damien chocked for breath as he tried to keep his mind steady. This was worse than the vampire movies.

" W-well, I, for one, D....don't mi-mind blood" Damien lied as he breathed in deeply. Joseph held back a snicker as he leaned on the chair that Damien was bound to. " Stop fucking lying, Damien. It only makes things," Joseph paused to drag a cold finger across his captive's jawline,

" Worse"

He pulled the scissors out and held them mere milometers away from Damien's right eye. The crimson splattered metal practically brushed against his cornea, making him tremble even more. Joseph retracted it and pushed it into a unknown pocket his cult robe possessed.

" I'll visit tomorrow, or never. Have fun"

And with that, Joseph strolled away, and Damien was left in solitary within the empty underground maze

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Would you look at that,

Chapter two

I finished this as quickly as I could and it's something

Hope you like it
tonyishappy
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