Avenging Angel (Split Fan-Fic AU)

Chapter 9 - Desires

The door opened slowly, but there was no wind. He made his way inside, as he stood there in a depressing room high from the main ground. The room was dark with dim lights swaying from above on rusty chains. He remembered this place, even if he tried not to, memories never really do seem to fade. We try and hide from our pasts, closing ourselves off from the rest of the world. Wrapping ourselves in layers of pure white, keeping us safe from our demise. The broken window left shards of glass on the floor; toys laid waste everywhere. The air was dense from the smell of old wood. He didn't want to come back, not this time. The small bed soon began to vanish into thin dust. He stared at it until it completely disappeared along with everything else. Soon leaving him into empty black space, without any stars to guide his way. He closed his eyes only to hear the soft whispers, soon becoming more intense, to the point where it was unbearable. He did not move, as he shot his eyes open.

He floated deep within open waters. Darkness laid below the depths, as light tried to shine through. He was stuck in limbo as his body ceased. He felt lost, weak, tired, as he began to slowly descend. Just as his eyes began to close, a light of pure white shined from above.

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The massive room was dark, as a girl laid on the giant wooden table in the middle of the room. Chains tighten around her tiny wrists, that contacted a pipe on the table. She was left bare letting her body breathe in the frosty air. The walls were cracked with rusty old pipes hanging from above. The long-broken windows let in dim strips of light from the night sky.

Hunger filled him completely as he slowly approached her. She laid there helpless as she waited for his presence. His deep breathes echoed loudly throughout the room, his presence was cold, sinister, as he came closer. His hands folded behind his back, with his brows furrowed down on his face. The glasses on his face shines from the splitting light hitting his face. He wanted this, he needed to see her, the way he wanted to. This was every sick man's fantasy coming to reality in his mind. A beautiful young girl, right before his very eyes.

Reaching the end of the table he stared at her with no emotion shown on his face. Soon making his way around the table casually. He took his time, but the eyes never left hers. He reached the other side staring her down. Her skin as white as snow, her hair as dark as the night sky, her face was young and innocent. Carefully putting his hands near her cheeks, wanting to feel her delicate skin, but couldn't. Instead he reached for her chains and unlatched them, still keeping them connected to her wrists. Taking ahold of the chains he yanked her up and she then stood up quickly on the table. Dennis then released the chains, as he walked to the end of the table once more and pulled a wooden chair out from underneath. He picked it up off the floor moving a few paces away from her.

Dennis pulled his black jeans slightly up as he took a seat. He let his legs stay spread and crossed his arms tightly. It was silent, she stood there in the middle of the table waiting for him to say something. Dennis just took the sight in for a moment before saying anything. His face was stern, his body was beginning tense from the scene.

"Dance for me." His tone was very low.

Her body was still for a moment, but Dennis felt impatient.

"I said, dance for me." He said in a sinister voice.

She suddenly moved her leg back slowly behind the other. Keeping her toes pointed, she twirled her body like a ballerina creating a full 360, as her arms extended out leisurely. Letting her body take over completely, she accepted this fate. She moved slowly but majestically on the table. Her firm breasts bounced from each graceful move she did. Her hair flicked from side to side. Her naked body did the rest for her as she arched her back hugging herself, feeling her own curves. Almost forgetting it was all for his eyes.