♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,049
There’s something about the way he looks at you that makes your skin crawl—like he’s peeling you back layer by layer, dissecting your every move, your every breath. You’re perched uncomfortably on the edge of the cracked wooden chair, wrists bound tight with rope that’s already fraying against your skin. The couple—the nice old couple that had tried to help you—are sitting across from you, hands shaking as they clutch onto each other. Naivety dripping off them like a thick, suffocating fog.
He’s standing behind you, fingers pressing into your shoulders, just hard enough to remind you who’s in control. “See, that’s the problem with you,” he murmurs, voice low and dripping with disdain. “You think kindness is a shield. You think people like them,” his hands slide down to grip your arms, squeezing until you wince, “can save you.”
The couple flinches when his eyes snap to them, the smile he wears stretching wider, shark-like. “But you’re just proving my point, aren’t you? Useless,” he sneers, his hand coming up to grip your jaw, forcing your head back against his chest. His breath is warm, sickeningly steady against your ear. “You make me do this. You understand that, don’t you? If you weren’t so damn pathetic, none of this would have to happen.”
You don’t respond—there’s no room for words, not when his grip tightens, bruising, punishing. His other hand slides up your thigh, fingers cruel and unyielding as they dig into sensitive flesh. You try to flinch away, but it only makes him laugh, the sound rough and hollow. “There it is,” he whispers, lips ghosting over your ear. “That fear. You wear it well.”
The couple tries to look away, but he barks a sharp, unforgiving command, “Eyes here. Both of you.” They freeze, eyes wide and glimmering with the sort of helplessness you once had. “You wanted to help her? Then watch. Watch what she does to people.”
Your heart thunders in your chest as his hands grow rougher, more insistent, pulling you apart in front of them with a brutality that’s almost clinical. He degrades you with every thrust, every whisper of how useless you are, how filthy, how desperate. His voice is a constant, cruel whisper—spitting venom in your ear, calling you every disgusting name he can think of. “Worthless,” he hisses, punctuating the word with a sharp snap of his hips. “Nothing but a pathetic little slut who thinks people actually care.”
The old woman whimpers, turning her head away, but he catches it. His hand grips the back of your neck, forcing your head up. “Look at them,” he growls. “Look at how fucking stupid they are. Thinking they could help you. Thinking you were worth saving.” He laughs, dark and humorless. “You see this? This is what you do to people. You ruin everything you touch.”
Your cheeks burn with shame, but he doesn’t stop. He drags you lower, presses your face against the floorboards until you can smell the dust and old wood. His weight is oppressive, holding you down as he continues his assault, each thrust driving splinters of pain through your body. “Dirty,” he whispers. “Filthy little whore. Look at you—on the ground where you belong.”
He lets the silence linger for a moment, just the ragged sound of your breathing filling the room. The couple shifts uncomfortably, but they don’t dare move. Not with the way he’s watching them, eyes sharp and unblinking. “You like being like this,” he whispers, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling your head back sharply. “Don’t you? Being used? Being nothing?” He forces your gaze back to the couple. “Go on. Tell them. Tell them how much you fucking love it.”
You open your mouth, but the words die on your tongue. It doesn’t matter—he’s not really waiting for a response. His grip tightens, nails biting into your scalp as he drags you back up, tossing you into the chair with all the grace of discarded trash. “See?” He gestures at you, sneering. “Pathetic. This is what she is.”
The old man tries to speak, but he’s silenced with a single look—cold, unyielding. “You were gonna help her?” he mocks, stepping closer, hands still slick with remnants of his brutality. “You thought you could save this?” His laughter is sharp, biting. “You’re dumber than you look.”
And you know what comes next. You always know. The way his hand slides back to your throat, thumb pressing against your windpipe just enough to remind you of your place. His eyes flicker with something dark, something vicious. “You wanna be good, don’t you?” he whispers. “But you’re not. You never were. You’re just a filthy little mess, and now…” He leans in, lips brushing against your ear. “Now they know it too.”
When it’s over, you’re left shaking, raw and exposed, slumped against him as he brushes your hair back from your face, almost tenderly. “See?” he murmurs, voice syrupy sweet. “They needed to understand. You bring this upon yourself.”
You barely register the sound of footsteps before it happens. He moves so quickly you don’t even have time to scream—a flash of silver, the sickening wet sound of blade meeting flesh. The old woman goes first, eyes wide and unseeing before she slumps forward, the old man’s scream ripping through the room like a siren. You try to move, but his grip is iron, holding you in place as he carves through them with the same precision he uses on you.
It’s not until the room is silent, blood pooling thick and metallic beneath your feet, that he finally releases you. His hands are slick and crimson, dripping as he turns to you with a smile that’s almost gentle. “See what you did?” he whispers, reaching out to brush your cheek with a bloody thumb. “You made me do that.”
You choke on the scream clawing its way up your throat, but he just shushes you, pressing his forehead to yours. “You bring out the worst in me,” he breathes, eyes wide and glassy with something you can’t name. “But that’s why I love you.”
And you realize, as he kisses you slow and unyielding amidst the carnage, that there’s no saving you. Not from him. Not from this. Not from yourself.
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Ace Attorney: Miles Edgeworth, Godot
Arcane: Silco, Viktor
Blue Lock: Rin Itoshi, Shidou Ryusei
Boku no Hero Academia: Dabi
Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: N/A
Death Note: Light Yagami, Teru Mikami
Demon Slayer: Sanemi Shinazugawa
DC: Damian Wayne
Dishonored Series: Corvo Attano, Daud
Genshin Impact: Kaeya, Dainsleif, Scaramouche/Wanderer
Haikyuu!!: Ushijima Wakatoshi
Honkai Star Rail: Blade
How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A
Hunter x Hunter: Kurapika, Chrollo Lucilfer
I’m Not That Kind of Talent: N/A
Jujutsu Kaisen: Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna, Megumi Fushiguro
Kill The Hero: Woojin Kim
Love and Deepspace: Caleb
Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Alucard, Dyrroth
MONSTER: Johan Liebert, Roberto
Naruto Shippuden: Sasuke Uchiha
One Punch Man: Garou
Reverend Insanity: Fang Yuan
TOUCHSTARVED: Mhin
Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Dust! Sans, Horror! Sans, Killer! Sans, Nightmare! Sans, Ink! Sans
Wuthering Waves: Calcharo
Your Throne: Eros Orna Vasilios
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