Mɪᴄʜᴇʟᴀɴɢᴇʟᴏ. [ A Sᴛᴇғᴀɴᴏ Vᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴɪ x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ]

III. Sʏᴍᴘʜᴏɴʏ Nᴏ. 9

"Now now, don't fret. I cannot work like this," A velvety smooth voice prodded for cooperation. How was he to create his work if he had a medium that would not stay still? Of course, you were not one for being sliced and diced any which way by a psychopath. This guy had issues -and you should've guessed that from the moment he took your pictures in class. 

How you even managed to be tied - naked, to a chair on the very stage Stefano had called his home was beyond you. Everything that had happened prior to seemed like a dream - a nightmare. The image of the girl from your class had never left your memory, and it only chilled you to wonder what he'd do to you.

The sharpened blade with all of its curved points prodded at your cheek, Stefano's gloved hand turning the blade to carve a cut into your cheekbone - as a warning that he was not joking about harming you. Inhaling sharply as crimson leaked down your cheek, you shut your eyes - fear was in the eyes, and giving this man any sort of pleasure from your fear was not what you wanted. 

"Stop," You tried to say with all courage and assertiveness - but you couldn't help the small shake in your tiny voice that caused Stefano to raise his eyebrows, his hand halting the blade near your face as he hummed. 

"Stop? As I recall, I am your instructor, not your student - perhaps I should cut out that tongue before I actually get down to work.." Stefano stopped, standing straight as he placed the blade to his bottom lip, tapping it there as small bits of your blood touched his lips - he was deep in thought. "Yes - and perhaps, I will model you after the snapdragon's seed pods - I'll have your skull hanging from the rest of you -"

"I'll do anything." 

Why you blurted that out was beyond you, but it was the fear of dying by this man's hands you assumed you would do anything to be sure he would spare you. "Name it. You want other mediums to work with, I'll get them. Just let me live. Name your price." 

And all the while, Stefano's face was showing interest in your bargain, his eyes shifting as he looked up, shutting them afterwards as he let his tongue lap up your blood that had been on his lips, his hand waving his blade around as if he were a conductor to Beethoven's Symphony No. 9. As he stopped, he stared you down, placing the blade just under your chin. "If I set my price, I want nothing but the contract be written in your blood," He promised, removing the blade. "So you grab me mediums to work with - ..But even more interesting would to have a companion by my side to keep me entertained.. other ways." 

Your eyebrows furrowed. This guy? You've never had sex and what it came down to was that this guy would end up being the one to take it. Whether you were aroused or disgusted - you hadn't figured it out yet. In all your innocent mind's dirty escapades when you were alone, you did imagine being kidnapped as an attractive thing, but you never thought it to be legit. 

"After all, intercourse is only half as fun when one is alive doing all the work." 

"You're sick." 

"Not all are sane - Artist's must think outside of the box. With you by my side, I won't have to resort to that anymore." He almost seemed to be getting off to that thought right before your eyes, your gaze shifting down for a moment as you then sighed, shaking your head. This guy was impossible, and by far the weirdest you've run into. 

"Can you undo me now. It's a deal," You frowned, watching as Stefano ran the blade along your flesh, your body tensing taught against the rope that held you bound to the chair. As he ran the tip along your thigh, you felt yourself growing hotter with each motion, your legs attempting to shut even in the slightest - to hide your arousal. He was quick to notice this as his gaze seemed to have gotten darker.