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Fuck me like i'm your plaything
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Warning: Sadism, verbal slander, gore
You could feel the presence of something unnatural watching your every movement. The feeling of dread hanging over you with each passing second of your day. with any slip up, you know he'll catch you and experiment again.
because you belonged to him.
you rummage through the night, doing what he wanted while you gather information, humans, the heads of demons. each time you succeed, you hear a mocking voice almost singing in your ear.
Congratulations on doing the minimum but I'm sure you could do better...right?
you hesitate to answer. you never know what mood he's in and you didn't feel like having your torso fly off your body like last time. your half colored eyes, roam the ground, not once daring to look up. your lip pulling up into a frown as you tighten your fist on the beheaded demon.
What are you waiting for? Do i have to spell it out for you, you useless demon
That was enough to make you go to your next location. feeling every drop of blood in your veins scream at you as you dashed through the night, you can't be useless. being useless means you're already dead in his eyes. the emptiness of your throat is begging to yell, to curse this afterlife. your build up of rage is going to be thrown on your next target, whether they like it or not.
After you took the head of the last demon you were looking for, you hear the sound of a instrument being strung. a paper sliding door appears below you and you're being sunk in with a terrifying force. rooms after rooms pass you by, wooden rails and stairs conquer around each other like a madman's maze. your eyes look around, seeing flashes of others. the higher ups.
" Ah welcome back (y/n) "
You turn around to be greeted by him. you're no longer falling, your standing still at his presence and the sickening aura he emitted to you was soul crushing. his pale complexion was smooth and glass like. as if he wasn't even real to begin with.
" I see you completed your task. Good to know your not a waste of my blood. "
you nod your head in approval as you had taken the time to grovel. you hear him chuckle to himself which is rare. you don't look up as he takes the heads you've collected. each one, human and demon alike were separated for a different use. your ears burn, picking up on the music of an instrument being strung again. you can feel a shift of air change, floors and walls alternate. morphing into new and old rooms as you stay still on the floor.
your breathing is slowly becoming irregular the longer you wait for your next command. you aren't even sure if you can blink until he says its ok to do so. your palms are starting to sweat and your skin is getting hot. too hot for you to hold air in your lungs. the uncomfortable silence is killing you.
and then you hear him inhale.
" Come "
you slowly lift your head and see his face, his expression is calm. too calm. his red eyes look down on you like a maggot you are, an inferior being that only moved to his superior command. you can feel deep down that you're in some type of trouble and nothing you say will change the punishment.
