HIS BUNNY; THE SNAKE AND THE CROW (Chrollo Lucilfer Smut)

the shiny and sensual city of glam gas land

tw; intense violence, (i'm not romanticizing toxic relationships this is purely just apart of the story)

-:6 YEARS PRIOR (1 YEAR BEFORE AMAYAA AND CHROLLO FIRST MEET) :-

She sat freezing in the cold metal chair, her thighs burned and tingled from the icy hot metal. Bruises wrapped around her exposed throat, ranging in color; from the darkest of violets to the sickest of yellows. Her black matted hair stuck to her tear stained cheeks, her head tilted to the ceiling. Her eyes set firmly on a spot, her eyes were open and tinted red from never ending pain and suffering.

Footsteps sounded in the hallway that lead to her cell, Briar walked into her cell and sat infront of her, his black hair fell over his green eyes. She turned to him, and just stared. Her wounds wrapped on her waist and thighs. Deep scabs caressed her calves. Her lip was busted and black and blue around her chin. He sat on a stool infront of her, and smiled at her broken state. She wanted to cry, feeling the hot tears flow down her cheeks but they just didn't come, as if she had run out of them. Her eyebrows furrowed upward, a expression of pure terror on her face. How dare him come back after he had completely ruined her, marking her forever. He would forever be on her skin, after all he made it that way. "You look so beautiful, Maya." He said as he smiled his psychotic smile. She parted her lips to speak but nothing came out, she didn't remember the last time she heard her own voice. His smile quickly reduced to a frown as he got up and struck her face with a deafening crack, "Say something, talk to me!" He screamed at her, with a needy tone. He was absolutely mad. He was sick. His psychotic personality was well masked by his beautiful, timid looking face. He was like apple that was rotting from the inside out. He looked up and down at her numerous wounds that he had inflicted. She looked down at her arm, he had carved himself into her arms and legs. How long ago was that? A week?  She had to have bled out, that's just how it works. He read her and replied, "I wouldn't let my precious girl wilt away to nothing would I?" Briar had been a medical student, of course he knew how to make her writhe in pain until she wanted to die, but her body wouldn't let her. Death was a gift to her from Briar, but as soon as she thought he was finally going to give it to her he snatched it back before she could fade away into nothing. His insanity peered at her from emerald eyes, slowly leaking into her. "You know I love you, don't you?" He said gripping her chin rather tightly, a tiny 'yes' escaped her lips. He looked so relieved, he pulled into her and kissed her. She did not kiss back, he softly groaned as he explored her mouth. Her chin ached as he still gripped her chin tightly, he bit her bottom lip, feeling as her blood trickled onto his tongue. He let out a deep moan as he parted from her lips, watching the blood trickle down to her neck. He looked as his vessel, squirming under his touch. He took a second to admire his craftsmanship, it would scar in a beautiful way. He had made sure that when it scarred it fell into a beautiful pattern, if only she had known that when she would be finally released from his tender care she would bloom into a flower of art and beauty. Briar had been a medical student that worked with snake venom, he often did 'experiments' on her. Her blood had been poisoned from the start of his arrival. Her face was colored a sickly creme color, and purple bags hung from her eyes. She looked like a corpse, she had lost tons of weight. He left the room and returned with a large bowl of hot water and a wash rag, he sat infront of her again and took the rag to her face. He scrubbed her dirty skin with a dead expression, water dribbled down from her face to her neck. Briar was extra gentle around her wounds, careful to let them marinate into perfect strokes of scar tissue. He continued to wash her whole body until she was completely spotless, he sat up and walked to the window and tugged at the blinds; letting in a wave of pure sunlight. The was her favorite part of the week, he was determined to have his artwork be noticeable so he let sunlight in to deepen his hard work. She closed her eyes as pure warmth flooded her whole body, he smiled his rotten smile at her. Don't cry, Don't cry. I will not cry for you. He loved when she cried, he fueled his life purpose with the though that he could make her feel that way. It was truly intoxicating when she cried and begged for him to stop. She was like a little hurt animal that he so carefully cradled and nursed back to health. But, he could not let her go so he purposefully let her get hurt again so he could care for her.  That was what fueled his delusion, his fantasy. He truly just wanted to care for her. But, he was born evil so he would care for her in a sick and twisted way.  That's just how things are, some people are born normal, they will lead happy or lazy lives. But they are others, who were born solely for pleasure, they have no other purpose but to fuel their insanity. It wasn't his fault that he was born bad, she almost felt bad for him. But that feeling quickly went away as she saw through him, he was truly rotting. He was just a hollow shell of human and inside he was truly just dirt and maggots. He sat against the stone wall, breathing in the stale air that hung around her. He thought of new patterns he could paint on her, he thought of her as his canvas; free to use anyway he wanted. His eyes snapped open, he walked over to her and grabbed a sharp blade. "You will truly be a piece of art after this, then you will be free."  He said, as he carved a line under her jawline, blood waterfalled down to her collarbone. He was quick to bandage her up, this, this would finish his  art piece forever. His last brush stroke that perfected the piece, all the pieces finally came together. He imagined how it would turn out and couldn't contain himself. A deep groan escaped his  throat as he kissed her neck, "You will make sure that nobody, will mark your skin. Ever."  She breathed in dopamine as her thoughts of freedom, and then it clicked. Briar had only taken this job to make his next art piece, then he was to let her go and make another. A manic smile crossed her face, her chapped lips cracked as she smiled. He made his way up from her neck and kissed her, this time she kissed him back. He was surprised at this motion and smiled into their kiss, he cupped her face with his hands and deeply kissed her. He ran his barren hands through her slightly damp hair as she put effort into their embrace. His soft black wavy hair slightly touched her cheeks. She would finally be free of his touch, of the stale air, and the cold metal chair she was basically glued to. She bit down on his bottom lip, hard. She sucked at his wound on the inside of his lip as he smiled. She was truly his. "His" he repeated in his head, getting more aroused as he replayed it over and over. He undid her binds as they completely consumed eachother, she was finally free of the chair. He pulled himself from her addicting grasp, " I want you to run from here," He said as he smiled, this time his smile wasn't rotten, it was slowly fulfilling into a real, alive smile. His pupils dilated as his excitement was filled to the brim. He cleared his throat as she slowly got up and tried to walk, it had been months since she had walked on her own two feet. He held her by her shoulders as he helped her finally learn to walk again. She had just realized how tall he was compared to her, he stood at 6'2. He was truly frightening when he stood up tall. He held her as she finally got herself together,  he smiled his 'alive' smile and said, "Be free Amayaa Volpe. Don't let them catch you, my dear." He relinquished his grasp around her shoulders as she sprinted out of her tiny room, she used every last fiber of her being to run. Her heels pounded at the concrete floor, she ran and ran until she reached the light at the end of the tunnel, she clawed at the pure sunlight. She took in her familiar surroundings, grass and pure forest. She breathed in life as she continued to sprint for the tree line, Briar watched as she ran; he had walked up the to exit to watch his hurt animal finally fly away. Hot tears gathered in her eyes, she wiped them away swiftly. She made it to the tree line as she turned around and looked back, she saw the entrance the the underground facility she was held in, then she looked back at her old home, it was still huge and beautiful. Then she turned to him, she watched as Briar watched her, arms crossed. She could feel his smile even though she was hundreds of feet away from him. She looked at the trees, she remembered what they looked like. Rough and barren at the trunk and blossoming at the top. She only took a few minutes to look at the trees as she regained her breath. She continued to run throughout the dense forest, she needed to find the city. She truly needed to get out of Glam Gas Land and get to Yorknew City. Don't let them catch you, my dear. She wanted to forget Briar and all he did. But she couldn't, she wasn't ready. She slunk on a tree, exhaling and inhaling. Her eyelids grew heavy as she felt a substance surround her body, she slowly fell asleep as a white snake slid around her beaten, broken body. It cradled her, surrounding her with its mass. Shhhhhh. Ssssssshh..