Riddles
"When is King not a King?"
Stupid questions, stupid hollow, stupid riddles. Stupid pleasure, stupid life, stupid everything. He shivered at the touches. He ignored the laughter in his ears. Stupid, stupid him for falling for this.
Stupid him for being able to love.
"Eh, no answer?"
Stupid taunting, stupid feelings, fucking stupid hollow. He sent a weak kick upwards, earning cackling laughter. Pale hands tightened on his wrists then released, a knee digging into his lower back. Stupid him for always crawling back. He offered himself for power. He got power. He had to crawl back, didn't he?
He had to crawl back, and beg and plead. While all the while, the hollow was laughing at him, those condescending eyes just out of his reach.
"D'ya know wha' I want?"
"Freedom?" he hissed, clenching his teeth in almost masochistic pleasure as black nails dug painfully hard into his sides. There was that laughter again. The hollow seemed to get off on this just as much as he did, as much as he hated to admit it.
He was one twisted little bitch for liking this. He knew that already. He didn't need anyone to tell him. He hated himself enough for it.
His hollow gave a thoughtful hum, again digging his knee into his back. He knew the hollow was smirking now. He could almost taste that black lust rolling off the evil creature.
"Tha' too... but d'ya know wha' else?"
He shook his head, moaning quietly as those hands wandered lower. That laughter. Dear god he hated it. But who cared about that right now? This felt too good.
Stupid him. Stupid pleasure. Fucking idiot tyrannical hollow. He hated this. His hollow leaned down, nipping his ear, giggling insanely.
"I want yer voice. I want ta hear ya scream. I want ta hear ya beg. An' when I'm done, I want ta taste yer tears."
He said nothing. It was the best choice in these kinds of situations. He'd given up on control. The first time he'd tried to top his hollow, he'd heard enough laughter to satisfy him for a life time, and had more bruises then he could count of explain.
This was like poison. Amazingly good tasting poison. He was flipped over, and his chest was immediately ambushed by tongue and teeth. "Oh god..." he whispered, making his hollow giggle. Bone white lips were pressed against his. Dear god... one sick and twisted little bitch.
"When is King not a king?"
Those damn giggles meant there was more to that question then what it seemed, but he felt too god right now to care.
Stupid riddles, stupid pleasure, stupid, idiotic him. How had he managed to fall into this? To always crawl back on his hands and knees.
"Still no answer? Then I'll tell ya."
He shook his head. His hollow gave him a wide grin, dragging black claw like nails down his chest, leaving angry red welt, making him hiss in a diluted sort of pleasure. His hollow leaned down to whisper the answer into his ear. Stupid riddles...
"King's not a king... when he's bein' dominated by me."
OWARI
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