Donovan

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            Oops I forgot about Wattpad lmaoooo but I pick Sebastian, he’s a girlboss

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            Unless you're up for it now, I'll be going to sleep. Then again, there's not many slytherins left. Anne and Sebastian so there's not much thinking to do

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            Donovan returned after what felt like forever as his mood had been completely shifted, an unreadable expression on his face. He sat down with his empty glass just observing everyone else not saying a single word. He didn’t feel the need to after what he went through and needless to say he was all over the place, plus he knew not very many of these people were interesting. Everyone he had the pleasure of talking to were either rude, stuck up, easily angered, or just downright dirty.

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            He was quick to put on a fake smile and join the chatter, now accepting the inevitable, this centuries dancers that didnt share the same taste as him. There were complaints on his classics, just this fact helped him choose who dies first, then as the evening went on, he consumed more champagne, but being ghost, none of it helped at all. His twisted mind however woke up upon a new arrival. He observed them to make sure they could be easily manipulated before moving onto chatter once again. He was growing tired of it, but thinking of the outcome always made it easier

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            Donovan didn’t seem to mind that one bit but he glanced over his shoulder towards James sending him a small smirk. He only moved himself closer to the masked stranger as he looked on ahead, straightening out his velvety tie. He had to look neat or he couldn’t find someone for any reason that was for sure.
            He grabbed a glass of champagne as he passed by one of the trays swirling it around in the glass before taking a sip of it. Needless to say he felt content for once not having to worry about usual bullshit going on in his life. And maybe just maybe he could have a little fun if you know what I mean. Other than that the masquerade seemed a bit lame to him. He wasn’t the type who was always interested in the fancy things in life.

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            Donovan winced at the contact with the shard now pulling away from the male staggering back, his mouth covered in the others blood. “You stabbed me you fucking bitch.”

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            James gripped tighter onto the shard before stabbing Donovan with it, leaning against him and shutting his eyes as his limbs went weak

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            He latched himself onto the male’s neck loosing control while he tightened his grip on the other, digging his nails into his skin. The male just let himself loose control not wanting to waste a single drop of the blood flowing from the laceration.

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            He groaned and shifted himself back not caring that it caused his hair to yank. “I understand.” He whispered just handing the needle over to James, fresh blood flowing from his nose. “I understand you loud and clear.”

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            James slowly followed after Donovan and kicked the door open, now kneeling down to the man and gripping his hair in hand.
            "You won't be taking this shit anymore, you don't wanna be stuck her  you understood?!"
            He raised his voice before punching his face

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            He headed into the bathroom closing the door behind himself locking it. Donovan slipped the needle out of his pocket when he was sure he was in the clear now injecting it into his arm, a quiet groan escaping from him.

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            “I am completely aware of that by now.” He rolled his eyes as he now stared at the door tilting his head to the side out of curiosity. “You are an interesting man.”

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            "Oh, knowing me, you'd know my fun goes both ways. There's no pleasure without inflicting pain and the contrary"
            He purred against him before stopping in front of the door and reaching for a key on his vest

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            Donovan blinked slowly not exactly comprehending what was going on nor did he really want to know. “So you can mean two things by the meaning of the word toys, and I don’t really care which. Knowing you it could be anything.”

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            Donovan sat down on the floor placing his head in his hands now squeezing his eyes shut trying to block the images out of his head. “Go away!” He started to rock himself back and forth trying his best to not let the image get to him. He couldn’t just let him win. He couldn’t show weakness. God he hated that man so much. “Let me out of here you prick!” Now he couldn’t bear it anymore, it was becoming too much. Eventually he got up now trying to climb his way out of the elevator hoping something would work. He didn’t care if it lead to his death, he just wanted out of that elevator of hell. He felt like he was slowly loosing what was left of his sanity and he didn’t want March to be the one he lost it to. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

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            James cleaned his hands from the blood as he huffed quietly and wiped away the sweat from his forehead, the satisfied smirk never leaving his face as he watched the display of his newest torture method.
            He furrowed an eyebrow, looking up suddenly at the screams before strolling down the room and slamming the door.
            "What have i told you about murders? Slow it down, we don't need to have detectives upon our asses. Remember that we can wait forever for the perfect victim so back off"
            He cursed under his breathe as he slid into the armchair.
            
            The steam smelled like an opium smoke. Not long after there was an image of James March walking out of the shower with a towel around his waist and soft, familiaf expression plastered across his face. It was almost as if Donovan was looking at him through the countess eyes now.
            "Wanna join me, darling?"
            He spoke teasingly, then he disappeared and reappeared. The image repeated few more times over and over as if trying to purposefuly torture Donovan with his personal nemesis

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            Donovan groaned as he started to pace around the elevator floor, sweat starting to fall from his forehead. “Goddamnit! I know you’re behind this James!” He called out now slamming a fist into one of the walls, his gaze flickering around in a bewildered manner being on high alert. He knew none of this was good. He knew what went on behind the walls of this hotel. Now he was trapped unless he wanted to try to climb his way out from the top but he didn’t exactly think that would’ve ended up going well for him. Groaning quietly he turned to look at the elevator doors as his eyes narrowed. “Now let me out of here you good for nothing cocksucker!” He balled his hands into tight fists ready to beat this man’s undead ass. He didn’t care, he was beyond pissed. Donovan didn’t exactly expect his day to end up being like this trapped in an elevator. It was starting to become way too hot for him so he pulled off his jacket and shirt tossing them aside. Now that was a little better but in no way shape or form was it any kind of improvement. He felt as if he would die from suffocation at any given second or something worse but he just pushed away the thoughts trying to focus on getting out of the space. What could the James March have done to do this?