Fan Fiction ❯ Macabre ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

Edited: 12/19/03

Title: Macabre

Author: Hentai Tenshi

Fandom: Original fiction

Warnings: Yaoi, S&M, torture, blood, angst, non-con.

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Prologue

A sound akin to glass shattering against a wet surface echoed through his head, causing his closed eyes to flinch unconsciously. The boy was unconscious, though the sound was quickly drawing him from the black depths with its stabbing echoes. A soft whimpering groan filtered through dry lips, his tongue darting out to wet them as a rough cough shook his form. The shattering glass softened, becoming more of an elongated `plopping' sound, echoing through the dark room. His eyes opened slowly, comprehension slowly dawning as he remembered where he was; what the sound was.

Sitting up, he thrust his body backwards, grunting in pain as the chain holding his ankle snapped taut, the edge biting coldly into the back of his Achilles'. His back hit the wall, the rough paint cold against his bare skin. His hands dug tightly into the thick rug he was lying on. He frantically looked around himself; desperate to find the one he was trying to run from. Eyes wild and dilated from fear scanned the darkness, not seeing anything but the soft blue light from the full moon outside the one high window. The stabbing pain in his head returned, causing a white flash before his eyes and he cried out sharply, hands clutching his head in a desperate effort to relieve the pressure.

His body began to shake uncontrollably, the icy cold of the room gripping his bones with its claws, piercing his flesh with tiny needles. He was confused, though he knew now where he was. But still the questions remained. Why was he here? Who had taken him? Had it been several days? He was not sure how long. If memory served him right, the sky was black, devoid of light when he had been brought here, but most of his time had been spent in darkness since then. It could have been a full turn of the moon since he had last gazed up at the night sky.

His chaotic thoughts did nothing to calm him, only made him more desperate. He wanted out, his body ached in places he never knew existed, his mind felt like it was being torn apart, bit by bit by the hands that dug into his skin in the dark. He fell hard to the floor, the fur rug tickling his sore skin and comforting the bruises. He could feel the thick warmth of reopened wounds begin to trickle down his thighs, the syrup of his life force staining the floor beneath him. He no longer cared. If he bled to death, it would end. The pain would stop, the blinding pain within his mind would cease, and all would become dark forever.

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The feel of something slightly rough and familiar pressed against his eyes startled him to awareness. How long had he been out this time? It didn't matter, because he was there again, the blindfold across his eyes was proof of that. He felt something cold and wet against his lips, the item pressing between them, demanding entrance. The slick, sticky coldness settled against his tongue, warming quickly in the confines of his mouth.

Candy. Sweet and hard, a slight metallic tang. The taste was bright in his mouth, flooding his senses with the sugary taste of strawberries. He recognized this taste; it would take away the blinding pain in his head. Without moving, he pursed his lips, sucking eagerly on the treat, knowing it was his only escape from this place. His one moment that he could think of something else, focus all his senses on the sweetness against his tongue. He knew what came next, but his body would not move, his throat was parched, his legs stiff with cold and pain. His arms were free, but too broken and bruised to move on their own.

He heard the man's satisfied grunt, could tell the lips that devoured his flesh were curved in a grin of approval. The other's voice, deep and rich, well spoken and soothing despite the words that filled the room, washed over him, making his body shudder in fear… or was it anticipation? The pain inflicted was growing as pleasurable as the pain. No matter how many tears he shed while the other used him, tore into his body with the cold finesse of a predator, it did not change the fact that his body reacted, shamelessly responded to the slightest touch.

"Just like glass against your talented tongue… glass stained with blood…" The man's warm lips brushed his ear just before the pain tore a shattered cry from his lips as the other gripped his hair, using the leverage to bury himself deep within his prisoner's body. The white hot flash of pain returned, causing his eyes to open wide against the black cloth, his body arching back and hardening at the pressure against his prostate. His mouth twisted in a silent scream, the unfinished candy falling from his lips with a sticky trail of saliva.

The hot splatter of blood as he was torn open again flowed down his thighs, the only warmth to his cold form as he slumped his chest against the rug, fingers desperately clawing at the fur, not sure if he was pushing back or trying to pull away. It was all the same anymore, he reacted, and his body enjoyed it though every thrust tore a new wound in both his body and mind.