Love, Your Killers [poly BL] ✔︎

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Princes face immediately turned to panic, his shoulders pushed back. "I don't think that's a good idea, Love," his panicked look become one of boredom, "The only one that will get hurt here is you."

Kairos grinned, a malicious look lining his face, "My innocent monster, won't you bow down to your gods?" Kairos questioned, biting his lip he moved forward with his arms opened in a hug.

I scoffed with new found confidence, pointing the knife further at them both, "This 'monster' has a knife, not you,"My hands shook slightly, the presence of two intimidating men chilling his bones. "I will destroy you."

Prince's lips curled back into a Cheshire smile, his pearly whites as pure as he'll ever get, "It's takes two to tango," He took a step forward, green eyes intent of survival. And some destruction. "Wont you dance with me?"

Prince lunged forward, his hands shoving me against white tiled walls. My head smacked against the wall, my fingers losing grip on my only salvation. The knife which would have been the closest thing to escaping. Princes' leg slipped between mine while he leaned his right arm against the wall, caging me in.

Kairos stepped to my left, his hand wrapping around my waist as his minty breath tickled my neck, "See my innocent monster, only good boys get toys, don't you understand?" Kairos laughed, cold blue eyes biting into my tear filled ones.

No matter how much I struggled in his iron grip, they never faltered. And I knew that they was flawless, flawlessly psychotic.

Kairos picked up the knife, terror reflecting in bluebell eyed and raven haired boy, a boy that does not look like who he was two days ago. Kairos saw the trepidation in me, only fuelling the fire in him, "Are you scared? You better be, because I'm going to kill you in the end," Kiaros threw his head back once more, bellowing manic laughter.

I pushed myself further against the wall, my shaking legs barely just supporting me. Prince just smiled, knowing that this was because of him, all him, he was the one doing this to me. Him.

Kairos played with the knife like a child's toy, his face as happy as a monster in murder shop. "I might even kill you with this knife, is that what you want?" I didn't answer, trying to hide my fear behind closed eyes.

"Fucking look at me!" Prince screamed, enraged that I wasn't looking at him. "You are only supposed to look at me, don't close your fucking eyes. Look at me when I hurt you, pet." He growled out, pressing himself closer, Princes candy lips pressing forming a white line.

I snapped open my eyes, not daring to look at the two devils before me. My bluebell eyes darted round the room, looking for an escape.

"Your so fucking dumb, do I need to punch some sense into you or has your daddy beaten me to it?" Kairos sarcastically smiled, the knife in his hand waving about. "Are you scared yet, baby boy?" Kairos licked the knife, a lustful look in his chilling blue eyes.

My father? Maybe it was just some random comment.

My fear had dwindled at his comment, pushing my shoulders back and holding my head high, "'Baby Boy' will beat you in so many things, Kairos, and the only thing you'll win is a fun game of Death."

Suddenly, something wizzed past my face, silver connecting with peach. A pain spreading throughout the right side of my face, the tip of my ear had just grazed Kairoses toy.

"Daddy's boy obviously never understood respect apparently, so I'll be nice, just this time." Kairos, left the knife in the wall and walked away, Prince shortly following behind him.

Stepping away from the wall, I pressed my hand to my bleeding ear, crimson coating my fingertips. Kiaros has done that, and they'll be more from where that come from if I don't get out here soon. If I could slip the knife out of the wall, maybe it could help.

Prince slipped in front of me, grasping my chin between his fingers, "Keep eyeing it up and you won't have any eyes. Only think about me, only look at me, only listen to me. Me." Prince smiled, pulling a sluggish me by the forearm.

He wandered to a new room, the roof fully covered with angels in the sky and the type of paintings you would see in a church roof. A saint look for two sinners, or should I say three with me being Kairoses innocent little monster? The walls were painted fully black, littered with empty shelves. A lone king bed stood in the middle of the room, the polls of the bed draped with black see through material.

Prince let go of my forearm, placing himself on the edge of the bed. "Come sit down, pet," He hummed while undoing three buttons on his crimson stained shirt. "I won't bite, unless you wanted me too." He giggled out, the look in his emerald eyes telling me he'll do more then just bite.

Hesitantly walking over to the bed, Prince have me a disapproving look, "On the floor, Ace."

"I'm not a dog." I mumbled, crossing his arms. I tried to sound confident but the thought of the bloodied body danced around in my head, teasing mr with the thought that it will be me next.

"I'll fucking treat you like one," Kairos snapped, resting against the wall. His cold blue eyes watching as I sunk to the floor,

"Now, my innocent monster, time for some rules."