Ruthless

Hurting me

I'm hungry. Aah..! So terribly hungry! Ame bends over on the hard floor. He presses his forehead against the floor and sharply pulls in air through his teeth. His stomach feels empty and it hurts. He rolls from side to side as saliva drips from his open mouth. He pulls his hair and hits the floor with a clenched fist. I don't like this pain. Not at all. Why do I have to endure this? All I did is jumping down from far up! When he throws his head back, the chain around his neck rattles and his mind go black. When he wakes up again he's lying on a mattress. His hands and feet are chained to the four corners of the makeshift bed with padded, soft shackles. A soft fabric is stuffed between his teeth. It's to prevent him from hurting himself. So he can't lessen the pain and can't escape it. Ameto starts fighting the restrictions until Laito comes up to him. "Ame." Reluctantly, he stops struggling. Laito caresses his face. He deliberately runs his hand over Ameto's eyes so that he has to keep them closed. It reminds him of a cat. "What do you prefer? Staying like this or getting punished differently?" He runs his palms down Ameto's arms from his wrist to his shoulder and along the sides of his chest while he gives him a chance to speak. "Shall I be gentle?" Now he puts his hand on Ame's leg, just above the knee. "Or should I hurt you?" Ame gasps quietly because Laito's fingers dig into his skin and actually leave more than a red mark. When Laito takes his hand back, a bruise has turned the light skin a dark purple. He doesn't even remember how many times he has crushed the tissue there, but it always looks beautiful. After Laito takes the gag out of Ameto's mouth, he brushes a tear out of the corner of his right eye. Then he waits for an answer. Ame takes his sweet time to examine him. Laito seems relaxed, neither tired nor angry. But also not very kind. His green eyes are watching him too. A frown covers his features. "You're looking at me again as if I were your prey that you want to devour." He mumbles and blushes. "Stop looking and answer already." Ame gazes at him with a smile and licks his lips involuntarily. "Hungry." He finally replies. With a quiet laugh, Laito frees him and then grabs his hair. "You can choose something..." Ame takes a look at the table, which is the only thing in the room apart from a cupboard and a mattress, and with trembling hands he grabs the whip.

"Good." Laito rubs his head with one hand and takes the whip with the other before pulling Ame into the middle of the room where he falls onto his knees. Ameto's expectant gaze turns to Laito, who is putting his jacket on the table. Then he hears the familiar hissing sound in the air and a red welt appears on my forearm. He carefully looks up and shudders when he sees Laito. Everything about him is perfect. His cold look, his smile, his demeanor and his charisma. Immediately he feels the leather again, like a burning snake licking at his skin. He raises his hand to wipe the blood off his cheek, but this time Laito aims at my fingers. "Did I allow you to do so?" He asks, but doesn't expect an answer. He doesn't like when I talk. He closes his eyes. While he's counting on the inside, he feels his shirt slowly starting to stick to his upper body, wet with blood. His blood also runs down his arms and drips from his fingertips onto the stone floor. He hardly notices it, because the countless wounds let an intoxicating feeling wash through his veins. It spreads through his body and he feels light-headed. I can only share my voice, my expressions and moments like this with him. His eyes open when Laito stops. "Are you satisfied?" He asks, examining the smaller one carefully. Ameto's eyes widen imperceptibly and he forces his body to move. He crawls over to his feet on all fours. "Laito..!" However, Laito pulls his leg away and holds Ameto's fingers under the sole of his shoe. "Don't touch me. You're filthy." Ame smiles at him. His knuckles press against the hard stone, making it feel like he's trying to crush them. "What? Wasn't that enough?" Laito lifts his foot just long enough for Ame to see his reddened skin before he pushes his head down. "Should I play with you any longer? What do you think?" He walks away for a moment, then he puts a metal cuff around Ame's wrist. "Aah!" He helps him straighten his upper body. "This is what you like best, don't you?" Ame nods and he pushes the metal spikes inside deeper into the joint. Ame takes a sharp breath. Almost gently Laito pulls his head to his shoulder to be able to pull the other hand onto Ameto's back. "Wait here." When he kneels in front of him again, he has a knife in his hand. Ameto's breathing accelerates as the shiny metal moves up from the hem of his shirt until it has cut the fabric lengthways, pulling the fabric away from the bloody furrows on his torso. Laito tosses the torn shirt aside. His fingers lightly touch such a furrow and Ame winced a little. The feeling of his nails plucking at the edge of the wound makes him shudder and he let out a low groan. Laito puts his hand on the back of Ameto's neck and starts leaving numerous bites on the left side of his neck and shoulder. Ameto's voice sounds surprisingly loud in the room, which makes Laito's quiet noises sound less lonely. When he tilts his head to the other side and licks the blood spatter from Ame's lips, their clouded gazes meet for a moment and time seems to stand still until Laito leans down to stab his teeth into Ameto's throat again. His hands, one on Ameto's neck and the other on his back, hold him disturbingly gentle in his embrace.