Bullet with Butterfly Wings
Key Zero: Depraved:
She had him chained up in her room. The cold air stung Allen's skin. The bitter taste of the candy lingered in his mouth. His infection was dormant in his body. Speaking of his body, he could hear Aizen running around in his body. Where was he today? Spine? Internal organs? Or even his genitals? How long before he decided to latch onto the brain stem? If he was fatter, Allen would've had nothing to worry about.
The door opened again. She's back again. Footsteps walked up to him. Her fingertips ran along his back.
"Hello, little pet," she purred. His stomach turned. Before, he hated this. But yet…
Allen started to shiver. What is wrong with me?
Road licked her lips. "It's only a matter of time," she whispered. "This will bring us together. Bring them together? She said that when she took his wings. Yet, it gave him a strange sense of comfort.
Allen shook his head. No! I will not give it. She will not break me.
Road pouted. "Aw, don't be like that. You and I know that your resistance is crumbling. You just need a little nudge to push you into the right direction." Allen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Lately, it was getting worse. The angel started to hear whispering in his ears. It wasn't Road's voice. It wasn't his own. Allen's face dropped.
No… That… That… That can't be…
She grabbed him by his ass. Allen about jumped. How many times have they done this? Road has been getting bolder lately. It started off with tying him to the bed. Mostly chains and rope. She did this last night.
A knife point poked into his boney back. Her favorite toy. How cuts did have all over his body now? He lost count at this point. She would add more tonight. He should be used to this by now. But still, Road manages to get "creative".
Footsteps circled in front of him. Her golden eyes stared up at him. His mistress' thirst knew no bounds. Each day led to chasing another thrill. So far, Allen had been resisting. She still had her control over him. Aizen gave her the advantage.
Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip!
Where did she get the bullwhip? And… were those spikes?
Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip!
He won't scream this time. No. I will not give in. Not this time! But then came the little teeth. Not on his spine. Wait. It can't be…
The base of his skull started to hurt. Allen started grinding his teeth. Road looked up and raised her eyebrow.
"Hm?" she asked. She walked around him in a curious circle. Allen could feel the crawling at the base of the skull.
"Hurt…" he muttered. Road smirked.
"Ah," she said. "Aizen is still hungry, huh?"
Whip. Whip. Whip. Whip.
This time, Allen bit down on his lower lip. What… What is this? His body broke into a heated sweat. Sensations raced up his back. Small noises escaped from his lips. Road paused with her bull whip.
"Oh?" she asked. "Do you like that?" Allen opened his eyes.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Do you like this?"
Whip. Whip. Whip.
Allen bit his lower lip harder. Each hit set small chills up and down his spine. His skin started to tingle and turn warm. Allen exhaled and threw back his head. Road raised her eyebrow.
"Hm?" she asked.
"Yes," Allen croaked.
"Yes, what?" his mistress asked. The color drained from the angel's face. Why did he let it slip? The digging at the base of his skull gave him the answer. Allen gritted his teeth.
"I enjoy this," he whimpered.
"Say it again," Road hissed.
"I enjoy this!" Allen shouted again.
"Is that right?" she asked.
"Yes!" the angel shouted. His stomach turned. Where did that come from? The scratching against the base of his skull grew worse. Allen started grinding his teeth even more. His lower jaw started to ache. Road started to whip him again but drew back the whip. Allen opened his eyes and turned his head.
"W-W-Why did you stop?" he asked. Road's lips curved into a smirk.
"Beg for it," she said.
"Never," Allen said. His mistress shrugged.
"Fine," she said. She turned and walked to the door.
"Hey! Where are you going?!" the angel cried. Road looked over her shoulder.
"You aren't going to beg so I am just going to leave you there," she said. "I have work to do anyway. Bye."
"Wait!" Aleen yelled. The door slammed shut. The angel was left in darkness.
What was that?
"When did Aizen learn to go there?" Allen asked himself. A horrifying realization washed over him. What if that vile parasite reached his brain?
Allen shook his head.
No, no, no! He didn't want to have to think about that. The angel tried to think about something else. That's when another thought crossed his mind. Oh, that's right. I have to get out of here. He vowed to himself to escape. Allen needed to keep his mind together in order to do that. The angel took in a slow breath.
"I can't lose it here," he said to himself. "Get it together. Get it together. Get it together." Suddenly, Aizen stopped scratching at the base of his skull. Allen took a deep breath. The angel slowly drew open his eyes.
"Right," he said. If he was going to escape, he would have to keep his mind together and look for the right time to escape. Right now, he couldn't get out of his bindings. Road always made the knots really tight. Allen's body was still weak from lack of food, his wings ripped off, and Aizen depleting his body. This did little to detour him.
However, Aizen had other plans. Who know how long it would be before he reached Allen's brain and completed taking over his mind?