•»Dark Cravings in The Night«•

A scream lingers in the heavy air that resides in the basement as the whip hits its target at full force. I cower, my arms vainly trying to support my weight, only to shake uncontrollably and let my hands meet the wet, cold, rough stone below me harshly, its sharp surface cutting lightly through my skin. I wince.

He laughs, the sound seeming like a distant, mad cry of satisfaction resonating in the empty room, empty if not for the wooden pole my wrists are tied to.
Blood- a great amount of it pools down my left thigh leisurely, as if it too has set itself the goal to torture me beyond the impossible, and... I smile... A chill of excitement browses through my body.

I await the next blow and when it comes, I feel the back of a hand hard against my cheek, I feel my head fly to the side and I stop it in time before it hits the pole. As I lick my lips and the taste of the liquid running through my veins, set free by my own teeth all over my lower lip attacks my tongue bitterly.

I hear him kneel next to me, a strong intoxicating scent of cologne lapping at my nostrils eagerly. The blindfold is pulled up and I blink to get used to the light, but soon realize that this room is too dark, and that my sight doesn't improve one single bit. It doesn't seem to be bothering Roy...

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⚠️WARNING⚠️[🔞💦💥]: If the mention of blood, violence, rape, angst and pain in general isn't to your taste, I strongly advise that you think about it twice before reading this.
***heed the warnings at the beginning of each chapter:

🔞: inappropriate for those who have a maturity level inferior to 'eighteen years old', this age being merely a symbol as I myself am fifteen and wrote this stuff.

💦: sexual content

💥:violence (blood, pain...)