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Coraline heard the clear sound of clean footsteps yet saw nothing but darkness. The setting was cold, at least that's all she could get from her senses. From what she would remember, it was currently daytime meaning there were probably no windows. She was in a basement.
The sound of the door opening caught her ears, it swiftly slammed shut leaving the harsh bang to make her jump. She heard a dark chuckle, the sound was low and rough as it vibrated through her. Her senses heightened as she felt her heartbeat fasten.
“Good evening little one.” The gravelly voice penetrated through the hollow room. The pronunciation was playful yet threatening, sending her on edge.
Calm, Cora, don’t let that thing hear your fear, don't talk, just calm down.
She breathed slowly, in and out, straightening her shoulders and closing her covered eyes.
“You calmed down pretty quick.” Coraline could hear the smugness in his tone.
She flinched as she heard the loud sound of a knife being sharpened. She hated how sensitive she was to sound, she hated how she couldn’t tell the difference between fear and excitement.
“Are you scared? I can hear you.”
She felt her breath in her throat, calm down Cora please calm down. She momentarily lost control of her senses again, her anxiety grew harder to contain as she heard the abrupt noises.
Shink shink
Each whet sent a shudder down her spine, her shoulder scrunching up as her body shifted to her ears. The noise stopped, the silence followed by a clatter on what sounded like a metal surface. Footsteps neared her as she shrunk away, trying her best to control her breathing.
Coraline felt cold hands on her face making her quickly flinch away. She felt the blindfold lift up from her eyes. Slowly opening them she was met with vibrant red eyes on pale skin. She was surprised to see a younger man possibly in his late 20s.
He had wide pink lips set in a closed smile, his hair was blonde and slicked back with a few piercings decorating his ears. He wore a black suit with a dark red tie adorned in an intricate pattern. His features were rough yet so delicate, he had a scar crossing his brow and eye, complimenting the feature.
There was something about the man that was simply satisfying on the eyes.
What the fuck are you thinking Coraline you're being held hostage and you're ogling at this hot kidnapper?!
“Your heartbeat grew quicker upon seeing me. Should I be honored or offended?” He raised a thick brow.
Coraline looked everywhere but his piercing scarlet eyes kept quiet. Her face was engulfed in his large gloved hand, his slender cladded fingers roughly squeezed her cheeks.
“I’m positive that I didn’t ask for a mute girl, so sweetheart, humor me as to why you aren't speaking?” His tone wasn’t angry yet it was threatening, each word danced off his tongue ready to strike at her if she didn’t comply.
She opened her mouth in an attempt to respond, a strangled noise came out, the words were incoherent.
He sighed, throwing her face to the side as he walked to grab a cup of what looked like water. Coraline examined the metal table he was walking from, looking for the knife that was being sharpened but couldn’t find any on the table. She did however find weapons on the walls, different knives and whips on shelves.
The man squeezed her mouth open, pouring the liquid down her throat. Involuntarily swallowing she choked, the slight bitter taste caught her attention.
“Now will you talk?”
Her eyes widened as she panted from her coughing fit. She panicked as she knew she wasn’t given plain water.
“Calm down, it’s just a liquid painkiller mixed in water.”
A painkiller? Why, I’m not in any current pain.
Her heart picked up even faster, he was about to hurt her.
“Look, I have some questions for you and I hope you’ll work with me?” He smiled as he pulled at his glove, “Now, tell me why my men found you sneaking in my medical ward?”
Coraline bit at her lip as she looked at the floor, fear rising in her throat.
“Well? I don’t have all day.” His tone was gruff, his eyes squinting as his jaw clenched yet once again, she kept quiet.
“Fine.” He pulled off the black glove, the veins from his rough hands were heavily visible as his nails grew into claws.
Coraline's eyes grew wide as her mouth fell open. All her senses went haywire, her chest filling with dread. She backed up into the chair she was binded to in an attempt to run.
He’s gonna torture me.
“How delightful, the control you had is now gone and all it took was to whip out these mere talons? Yes, I love the fright in your eyes.” The man grew excited, as if he were a predator getting ready to devour its prey. “It's just beautiful! Those beady eyes on the merge of tears as the sight of your life flashing before your eyes.”
Tears blurred her orbs, the intensity of the situation filled her with anxiety as he grazed his sharp nails on her thighs.
“These soft pieces of flesh, what if I were to ruin them? Make them red with blood, to hear your musical screams fill my ears as I dig into your precious skin.” He laughed low and dark, the wicked sound taunting Coraline as the tip of his nail was sharp enough to make a small cut.
They watched as it quickly healed in a few seconds, the sight surprised the man. He smiled maniacally as he figured out her ability.
“You’re a healer.” He stared into her eyes, her heart dropping.
He took her dread as an answer as he dug his claws into her thigh, breaking the surface of her skin. She screamed out, the sensation of her skin being ripped stung at her body.
“Such a wonderful sound!” The man groaned in pleasure as her whimpers filled his ears, He watched as the skin slowly healed, leaving a scar and blood. Coraline’s skin healed quicker depending on the wound. The bigger the cut, the longer it would take.
“Yes, more fear, more pain, more screams” He scared her, his nails clawing back and forth as he wounded her skin, “More, more, more!” His voice strained as the satisfaction was almost unbearable.
He never felt so filling, the victim in front of him scratching every part of his brain perfectly. The sweet smell of her blood made his hunger stronger, as her whimpers made him grow more greedy.
Coraline stuttered on her breath, her cries grew as the gashes in her thigh would’ve definitely taken more than a few hours to heal. The bruising became more apparent, the sight of her blood was overflowing.
He roughly lifted her bleeding thigh and leaned his face closer to the red slits. He drew his tongue out, running the wound clean. He let out a low moan as he took in the sweet taste of her gore.
The feeling of his tongue caused her to convulse, she cried out as the feeling of pure agony turned into a painful pleasure. Her tears grew harsher as the good feeling hit her strong. She felt him smile on her thigh, licking once more he rose to his tall height watching her tremble.
“W-Why- What did- you do” Her voice was brittle and small as she held back a moan.
“So you can talk. Well, no worries, my body fluids contain a heavy amount of aphrodisiac, that includes my saliva.” He grazed his hand towards the inner part of her thigh. She whimpered attempting to back away but failed as she had no room but the small chair she was tied to.
She hated to admit that she wanted him to continue, as if the substance filled her conscience. The cause of her quick heartbeats turned from fear to anticipation.
The man chuckled and backed away, as if he had to keep himself from doing more, “I shall stop for today. My maids will come to tend to your wounds.” He left her in a state of unfulfilled pleasure, her body begged for more. The stimulant of his saliva caused her to cry, she panted as her eyes pleaded for him to help her.
Instead, the man licked his bloody nails clean before concealing them with his glove. He placed the blindfold back onto her head, the touch of his fingers on her face sending shivers on her body.
She listened as he walked away, the door opening and slamming behind him. She flinched as the sound pierced through her ears, the feeling giving her more sensation. The powerful feeling of pain and pleasure left her exhausted, she felt her mind drift away as she fell asleep.