Lovely Bruises//Christblood

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Damien received a swift kick to the ribs, the hard shoes leaving bruises and soft tissue wherever they made contact. Joseph had no problem reminding him that he was in charge. " Pathetic. Can't even yell anymore" he spat as he pulled Damien up by the now short hair. " You were so much fun last time! Did you get the fight beaten out of you already?"

Damien winced as Joseph's thumb caressed an open wound on his cheek. He couldn't muster up any words, and even if he could, he had nothing to say. Joseph, obviously displeased, dug his nail into the open flesh in hope go get some kind of response. Nothing came out of the emotionally hollow man.

Almost a week in and Damien was already broken.

Joseph scoffed and let Damien fall to the ground like a used toy. " A few beatings and you collapse. Where's the human natural to fight back, or at the very least, cower?" The cultist asked with a tinge of pleading in his voice. He seemed actually upset that his toy refused to play him him.

" Gone, I suppose" Damien mumbled, the cold, wet, stone pressing into the side of his face. His hands and legs were still tied, not that they restrained much anymore.

He was a sack of numb meat who was losing the will to fight. His wrists and face were raw from ropes and slaps and knives, his legs bruised from kicks and whips. If people had been looking for him, they must have stopped and just assumed he was dead.

Joseph bared a look of disgust with his hands on his hips, getting speckles of blood on the black cloth robe. " Weak. I might as well go get someone else. You are barely deserving to be a part of what I brought you into,"

" Maybe I should fetch your good for nothing son? The boy probably hasn't even noticed his good for nothing father disappeared in his own home. He is much more deserving of my attention than you" He finished. He turned around, and marched into the darkness once more, leaving Damien to suffer. The short clicks of his boots echoing off the mossy walls, breaking the deafening silence before fading away.

Damien rolled his body over so that he was on the less raw side and tried to relax as much as he could. Nothing he could do at this point but accept what was happening.

He started to count the minutes that went by, and hours that followed the minutes. Maybe Joseph had just decided to let him rot and be consumed by rats. He couldn't figure who's hands he would rather die by...

The sound of more faint clicking paused Damien's depressing thoughts. These ones sounded quite frantic, like someone with high heels trying to sprint. Had Joseph managed to catch someone already? Didn't seem like him to let them wander...where ever is was.

The clicking got closer and closer, filling Damien with dull anxiety. They might assume he was dead, and pass right by. No doubt he looked like fresh corpse.

The person with high heels stopped in the room, heavy breathing replacing the sound of their shoes. Damien didn't bother to budge. He didn't have it in him to actually ask for help, and he would get them both caught if hey had to drag a bound human.

They must have caught sigh of him, because a quick gasp was heard.

" Oh my god"

Wait.

" Damien?"

Damien lifted his head a little to signal that he wasn't totally dead yet.

Mary rushed over to him, and rolled him onto his back. " Oh dear god, Damien! You look horrible! Jesus Christ!" Mary exclaimed, worried for his well being. Damien tried to smile, but it hurt a bit to much.

" Nice to see you too, lovely " he said weakly.

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Sorry for the wait, and the shortish chapter

I'm working on getting this done as soon as possible

Thanks
tonyishappy
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