"Now, I know this may not seem strange to you, but a hundred people dying of an unknown intestional disease at exactly the same time is a bit odd, wouldn't you say?"
Ashley is a 'freelance' scientist or, as he is most well known, a total fucking loony. Over the past six months, an epidemic has broken out and Ashley, determined to prove his sanity in the weirdest way possible, has decided to figure out what went wrong inside humanities organs.
Andy was happy, but not anymore. After all, being sold into slavery on the black market ain't exactly a fun experience. During the course of the past month, Andy has endured 'training' to be prepared for his new master, but when he is eventually sold, all that training is thrown out the metaphorical window. What a time to be imortal, right?
[WARNING: CONTAINS:
NON-SEXUAL S&M
NON-SEXUAL TORTURE
STOCKHOLM SYNDOME (probably)
EXPLICIT GORE
GENERALLY ABUSIVE TENDENCIES
THIS STORY DOES NOT DEPICT ANY REAL-LIFE CHARACTERS FACTUALLY, NOR IS IT AN EXAMPLE OF AN EVEN REMOTELY HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED]
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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