Moonlight Stain | Venice & Rain

02

"Master Venice?" the faint sound fell from his pink, luscious lips as Rain called out for his boss.

He heard a light chuckle coming across the room. "Wrong name, doll."

"Fuck! It's him, isn't he?" Rain cursed through his mind.

This is bad, very bad.

This is going to be tough to handle.

"Storm" Rain glared at him, earning a coy smirk from the man. He watched the bachelor walk towards him slowly while holding a glass of Venice's favorite poison. "Miss me?" Rain scoffed, pushing the man off of him.

"I'm going to go easy on you this time, Storm; let's see..." He trailed his eyes on the man in front of him, scanning every inch, looking for things that could bring harm to both of them.

"Let's start with pulling out the knife you hid under your sleeves," Rain demanded, putting up the bravado.

"Put it down on the table, and since we are already here in the kitchen, I would appreciate it if you drank the medication now. How does that sound, Storm? Easy, right? No violence," Rain said, making the bachelor grin darkly.

Storm chuckled heinously, his dark eyes locking on Rain's thin frame as if wanting to devour him.

"No violence? You're no fun, Rain. Venice, let me out and obviously, I get to do things however I like it." He spoke, taunting the right-hand man as he spun the knife in his hands.

"That porcelain skin! Oh, how fun would it be to make it bleed? Venice would like that very much." Storm grinned as the sinister thought formed in his mind.

"I'm going to enjoy this."

"Rain, Rain, Rain, let me devour you, sweet doll."

"Enough with the games, Storm." Rain tried to dismiss him.

Storm smirked.

Rain hates that smirk; this is going to be very tough for him.

"He wants me to hurt you, Rain. What did you even do to him? I never felt his anger like that before." Storm spoke so darkly that it gave him chills on his spine.

Rain swallowed thickly, cursing endlessly in his mind.

"Yeah, okay, let's do this again, Storm. Could you please take the medication right now? Then after you are free to do whatever you want with me, that sounds good, right?" Rain tried his best to hide the tremble in his voice as if his shaking hands weren't enough proof of how fucking sacred he was right now.

He normally doesn't get shaken by this, but Rain feels the eerieness in his surroundings, a sign that things won't go well.

"This is going to hurt." Rain winced at the thought, not that he had a choice. Rain knows the danger of facing him; an escape plan doesn't seem to be one of the options right now.

He needs to deal with him this time.

"My! You are playing with fire, doll. Do you think I'd give in just like that? Come on, at least let me devour you first." Storm grinned wickedly.

"Thanks, Venice; I'm going to have a lot of fun; the night's just starting."

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The smell of pungent blood in the air woke him up. Venice sat up, feeling the throbbing pain in his head. His body is void of his clothes, and only a thin layer of satin sheets is covering him.