~͙J͙o͙j͙o͙ L͙o͙v͙e͙~͙ {ʲᵒʲᵒ'ˢ ᵇⁱᶻᵃʳʳᵉ ᵃᵈᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘʳᵉ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ/ᵒᶜˢ}

𝔻𝕖𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 {ᶜⁱᵒᶜᶜᵒˡᵃᵗᵃ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ}

This man, Cioccolata, is the scum of the earth. He committed murders just for the pleasure in seeing their pain in their last moments. He was the worst person to exist. He was mentally unstable. He was a madman, but he was so oddly charming.

You loved this fucked up man, his crazed smile, his eyes, just everything. Cioccolata was messed up, but so were you for liking him.

Cioccolata nipped at your collarbone, electing a muffled moan, your mouth watering at the pain he inflicted. Trailing his lips across your neck, expensive dark purple lipstick smeared over your bruised and bloodied neck. Oh, the feel of his teeth sinking into your skin sent a chill up your spine, the grip of his hands on your hips tightened, forcing you to stay in place as he nipped, bit and kissed your neck and face. Cioccolata harshly bit your jaw. Leaning back, he grinned at the sight of your blood. The red liquid slowly rolling down your jaw and onto your chest. With your index finger, you swipe a sliver of the sickly sweet nectar and placed the appendage in your mouth. Metallic blood filled your mouth, making you want more, but the sight made Cioccolata giddy with happiness, and he lunged at you. Forcing his lips to yours, his hand painfully tugged at your hair, the other pinching the flesh of your inner thigh. He tasted like bitter candy, it was intoxicating. You trace small patterns on his back, enjoying the pleasure of his mouth on yours. This wasn't right. The 'love' both of you have is delusional. You had no family, he had no one to 'care' for, you were desperate for attention, he was willing to oblige, so you ran from your small apartment, leaving everything behind to be with him. Was it wrong to run away? To you, no. It was worth it to be with someone who gave you their undying attention and 'love.' The only downside was the unbearable pain he would put you through when he 'experiments.' They went on for hours and hours, such excruciating pain. The way his scalpel traced your skin before it sunk in slow and steady, the pain to unbearable to handle. You would faint during it sometimes and others, you feel like screaming to the heavens for it to stop but, who wouldn't?

"You look so beautiful, like a work of art~" He cackles, fingernails scratching at your cheek. "Such a wonderful specimen." Lies. Your brain said, the heart, it said he was telling the absolute truth. A devil in human skin, the worst human being alive, it all gave you a thrill. The thrill of his teeth pulling at your flesh, the thrill of his hands roaming the scars he put on your body, the thrill of people calling you crazy. It was exhilarating.

Pulling your thighs apart, he nipped at your ear, "such a beautiful face, my perfect little pet," A roll of his hips sent a wave of pleasure to your head. He pressed your thighs to his hips, fingers grabbing at the flesh, leaving red marks in their wake, "no one else will have you, touch you, make you scream like me. You're mine, and only mine!" Roughly, he pushed your shoulders into the table, your back arching at the pleasure he inflicted onto your body. A pair of lips traced over your body, the teeth biting into the flesh at random moments.

"Please..." You would moan, but he wouldn't listen, he did his own thing, dragging the sessions on for hours and hours and not giving you want you want.

Today was different though. Today he didn't pay attention to you, he didn't even look your way. He just did his normal routine, just without you in it. A ping of pain filled your heart when he didn't look your way. Did he lose interest in you? Did he find someone better to pamper his affection on? A meloncoly air filled the room, damaging your mood as tears slowly blurred your vision. He left without you knowing. The pillow you held bore his cologne, burning your nostrils as you inhaled his scent. The feeling in your chest didn't lighten up. Laying in bed until night fall, until he came back.

It never happened. The door stayed locked, no one walking through and announcing their arrival after a long day of work, no one to hug and kiss, to comfort. The phone receiver blinked, a voicemail. With a shaking finger, you lightly push the button, listening to the message.

The sound of a helicopter could be heard in the background as the voice of Cioccolata spoke. "Sweetie, I may be late for tonight as I'm having trouble with the newbie, but as soon as I'm finished here, I'll make sure to give you all the attention you deserve, I'll even let you take charge if you want, just know, I love you." The call ended. He sounded so proud yet, it's been over an hour since the voicemail, is he going to be gone until midnight? You settled on the couch, a blanket around your shoulders as you waited for his return.