The Nothing Man
Make me feel. Please.
Long, thin fingers dance faintly across my back. Gentle whispers in my ear promise yet another night of passion, another eventide of pain, another twilight of teeth and tearing. Wanting sighs escape my lips. Low, rumbling laughter fills the room.
A moment passes, silent and still.
Sharp incisors sink into the tender flesh of my shoulder. Stinging agony shoots up my spine. Ragged breathing hitches in my throat.
I see the stars. I feel tears running down my face. I feel your rough hands bruising my flesh. I feel old scars opening. I feel burning wetness cascading down my thighs. I feel you leaving your mark inside of me.
I feel good.
Please.
Don't stop.
Touch me.
Scar me.
Hurt Me.
Break Me.
Destroy Me.
Do whatever you want with me until I'm nothing but yours and yours alone.
Let everyone and anyone who'd dare to bed me know that I, Sir Crocodile, belong to you, Donquixote Doflamingo and you alone.
Without you, I am nothing, and nothing I shall be until you take me into your chambers and desecrate my poor, hideous, unloved body. Do with it as you please..please.
Please
Fin