Bound By The Thread Of Fate (GhiraLink) (On Hold)

Chapter 14 - Afraid?

Link's POV
Defeated for now, I was put into the warm water, hands and feet still tied.

Bastard. I don't like the way he's looking at me, nor the way he's treating me! Of course I ran away when he told me to strip for him, who wouldn't! It's creepy as hell!

I was just starting to become as close to calm as it was possible to get, soothed by the water, when I heard Ghirahim click his fingers again. And that's never a good sign.

I turned to look at him, but my eyeline was... well.. very unfortunate. I came face to face with his, ahem, Ghirahim junior. I quickly turned away, my face heating up. Could this get any worse?!

"No need to be embarrassed, Skychild! You'll be feeling it soon, after all!"

I almost growled at him, but bit my tongue. I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me riled up. Maybe if I act indifferent, he'll grow bored of me. Yeah. That's what I'm going to tell myself. Any hope I can cling to may help me keep my sanity.

"Move over" he demanded. Not realising what he was going to do next, I obliged. He then stepped into the bath, and slid into the water behind me.

I shuffled further down the bath away from him, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me close, so I was sat between his legs.

My body stiffened when I felt him against my lower back. He's disgusting, getting aroused by this!

I tried to shuffle away again, but this time he wrapped his arms around me, holding me impossibly closer. An involuntary sob escaped my throat. It sickens me, being this close to him in such a comprising position, unable to fight back. Hard to believe I was once the hero destined to save the world and the goddess, huh?

But I won't let this continue.

I'd rather die than become his plaything.

Ghirahim's POV
Seeing the boy so uncomfortable was such a delight!

His whole body tensed when I brought him close. But when I began to run my fingers gently though his hair, he began to relax into me. Ah, he's slowly breaking for me...

He probably doesn't even realise that he's allowing me to comfort him. Most of the process is gradual, the changes in him so subtle that he won't even notice he's fallen until it's too late to go back.

Until he doesn't know how to live without me.

Smirking to myself, I began to lather the boy's body with soap. He started to struggle a little in my arms as I did, but soon stopped when his head slipped under the water. With his wrists and ankles tied, he's having trouble supporting himself.

I dragged him upwards, and he gasped for breath, panting. He was visibly shaking. Maybe he's scared of water?

I decided to test my theory. I dunked his head under the water again, and held it a few seconds before allowing him back for air. When he came up this time, he was shaking even more than before. A moment later, he began to cry.

I almost, almost felt bad, but on the other hand this is great progress! He's showing his vulnerabilities to me, which gives me a way to control him. Remind me to add this to my list of punishments for when he's been a bad boy.

I snapped my fingers to release him from his bonds, deciding that particular punishment was over now. To my surprise, he turned around and started sobbing into my chest, his nails digging into my back.

So, he's using me as a source of comfort? How odd. I'm not complaining though, this is all helping to speed up the process.

He's trying to tell himself he hates me, but at his most vulnerable, I'm his only source of comfort.

How the once mighty have fallen.