Love, Your Killers [poly BL] ✔︎

FOUR;

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Kiaroses lips tilted upwards, his blue eyes gleaming with hidden with dangerous blessing, a blessing for him that is, "Now, my innocent monster, time for some rules," He rested against the door frame, his face concealed by the shadows. "Something your going to hate more than your trivial life."

Prince pressed his manicured fingers to his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he stifled a laugh. His emerald eyes sparkled with joyas he looked at his pet, think of what he can to to me. What he'll do, him and him alone, with the addition of Kai. "Smile, darling, daddy's going have immense pleasure hurting you."  He threw his head back, unable to hold in a fit of giggles.

A stray tear escaped my ocean eyes. Part of me wishing that if I cried now, maybe I could drown himself with my tears, escaping the two devilishly psychotic men in front of me, "What happens if I don't want to have any rules?" I mumbled with a tail between my legs.

"If you let me fucking speak, maybe you would know," The blonde snapped, his icy blue eyes chilling to the bone. "Rule one, listen at all times, don't pay attention to anyone or thing other then Prince and I."

Prince stood up, looming over my kneeling figure, "Rule two, escaping is futile, you dare think about it and death will end up being a luxury," He picked at his nails, his monotone voice showing he was already bored of the boy, "Rule three, good boys listen to their masters, bad ones listen to the sound of their own cries."

Kai and Prince listed off the rest of the rules, Prince falling asleep half way and Kairos just promising to hurt me if he does anything wrong. All I know from the list of rules was A) death has never been such a luxury and B) don't mess up because the only way is down.

Kairos and Prince silently walked to their workroom while I nervously towed behind the two.  We stopped before two golden door automatically slid open, revealing a heaven for someone who holds secrets in ink. Rows upon rows of books, different shapes, sizes colors. Some with a golden spine, some tattered with wear, some sprawled open on a large oak desk, every single book holding more secrets about the two murders then the world could ever imagine.

My jaw dropped to the floor, my fingers subconsciously running across every book, delicately touching the treasures. "How do you have so many books?" And for a moment, forgetting reality's predicament, my head in the clouds and his hands stained with strawberry jam, not blood.

I remember my mothers home made jam, the bread I would help to make with it. My younger brother sitting in a white walled room enjoying food he would later puke up. That was his home.

"Are you listening, Ace?" Kairos questioned, snapping his fingers in my face, "We need to work and we don't want you disrupting us." Kairos turned his back, picking a book off the self and taking it to a file filled desk.

"Come sit next to me, my pet," Prince said from across the other side of the room, not even looking up at Ace, "And if you want to walk around the room, do so. However for now, I'll keep you by my side until you learn your place, and even then I won't let you go."

Prince's eyes snapped up to mine, grinning at my expression. "You place might be in my bed or below me," He lifted his hands up in mock surrender, "Not my fault I want to ravish you."

I sat on the floor by Princes feet, sleepily resting my head on his knee. I can still smell the blood on my clothes since I hadn't changed since the...incident. I felt like the foreign blood was seeping into his skin, almost like a reminder that if he had left the man there, maybe he wouldn't be prey to the despicable men before him.

"I can feel your discomfort, pet, what do you want?" Prince probed, already knowing what I wanted.

"My clothes, they've got blood all over them." I mumbled, fiddling with the buttons of my jacket.

The brunette titled his head, playing an innocent card, "I don't understand you, pet."He drummed his fingers on his thigh, reminding me of the thump of a heartbeat.

I pressed my nails into the palm of my hand, knowing they could do a lot worse if they want me to be docile, "Please...please can I change them into something clean?" I replied with my bluebell eyes downcast, hiding unshed tears.

"Of course you can, if something makes you feel uncomfortable, you need to tell me," Prince grasped my hand and pulled me up, his large tan hand wrapping around my pale petite one. "Down the hall, to the left, my room. Just grab any clothes that fit you, and don't spend too long." He beamed, his emerald eyes sparkling in delight.

Something was hidden beneath his smile, something like a snarl, and excuse to rip an innocent little monster to shreds. Their little monster to shreds.

Princes room was lavish, big enough to fit a whole zoo in his room. A mix and blues and emeralds with exotic colors not even on the color spectrum thrown together to form one sophisticated and luxurious room. A large king sized bed lay opposite a TV, a sofa to the left of the room along with a door that led to a bathroom. On the right was a door to Princes closet and a work desk.

A work desk full of house plans that lay out in the open. Escape.

I threw on one of Prince's button up shirts along with short baseball shorts- the only item that would fit me without showing all of my ass- before running over to the table. I eagerly picked up the plans, barely having time to read to first sentence before a door slammed open.

There stood a shirtless god, a knife in one hand, my impending death in the other. Prince threw his head back, his emerald eyes sparkling in delight, "Parental guidance strongly advised, Prince's premier movie is 'To Kill An Ace'."