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"Ah, perfect~, Your silver eyes now a bright vibrant violet color, now you'll do anything I wish without question." Harlequin snickered.
You were tied to a bed with a white mask on that had heart symbols. One was right side up while the other was upside down, both painted gold. You leaned up to listen to him.
"Mhm~, you know at first I had little to no interest however, for some unexplainable reason, that has changed." He explained, gently pushing back down.
He got on top of you with a knife in his hand, he licked it before turning his attention back to you. "Mine. Hummhum, all mine~" He hummed.
You didn't protest, you couldn't. You were hypnotized after all, you had to obey his every commend. Not matter how demanding it was.
"A perfect fool. My fool. What ever should I do with you? I have so many ideas and yet we have so little time before our performance." His grin widen before slightly faltering. "Silent Treatment? No, no that won't do. Speak, I know you can."
"I am all yours master Harlequin, yours and only yours. No other performer is as talented as you are." You whimpered as he pressed his body harder against yours. He enjoyed seeing your body squirm out of instinct.
"Indeed, mine to ruin, mine to taste, mine to devour for an eternity~" He sung. He leaned his head forward towards were neck.
He licked your neck with his toxic green tongue, before biting you harshly. It bleed, which cause him to lick the blood as if he were a vampire. You shook but he held you down.
"All yours." You repeated. Even though he knew you were just saying what he had taught you, he took this as an invite.
He bit you multiple times, primarily on the neck. Each on more aggressive then the last. All you could do in your hypnotized state was accept it. Blood fell freely like a small stream.
"Your doing so well, my prey." He grined, in his eyes their was a glint on dissatisfaction that he would never tell you about.
"Destroy me to make me feel better." You replied, your eyes returned to silver for a brief moment before going back to violet.
"If you insists." He composed himself after what he had just witnessed. Though this time more hesitant, he allowed the darkness to follow.
It was pitch black you couldn't see a thing. All you knew was that both of your masks were discarded, and a pair of toxic green eyes held a predatory glance. You could make out rows of sharp teeth.
You felt 'ropes' feel you all over. You didn't question nor deny his advances, which led him to continue going. Since Pierrot didn't want you, their was no one to stop him, from ruining you from the inside out.
"Do you like the way I feel?" He asked.
"Yes, Master Harlequin." Was your answer, it was the only answer.
That night he had maintained his promise to ruin you, although not completely. The passion from his tent that night, annoyed the other performers greatly. As he did not try to hide his enjoyment.
It was only untill you were unconscious that he stopped. Although he wanted you to last as long as possible, given you breaks in-between, As you were the only fool he was ever allowed to have;
After all you were The Harlequin's Fool, and you only belonged to him, and him only.