SPECIAL ex-p-p-p-periment…

"Tha-tha-tha-that's demonic power! How can it be...?"

The heavy built scientist was dumbfounded by the young white haired male; he never suspected that the boy would be so powerful….

"Look who's talking, jackass. Answer my question, what the hell is going on here?"

Replied the cocky teenager in a high pitched whine. Agnus cringed inwardly as the shrill voice gave him a minor headache. Despite this there was something alluring about the boy; Agnus had not felt such a crush in a long while. Without even being fully conscious of his actions, the scientist found

"How profound... It's magnificent!" he squealed excitedly -though Agnus had originally meant the boys arm his eyes could not help but be drawn towards the front of the teenager's tight trousers….

"OK, did you even hear me?" Nero asked, at this point his voice was becoming worried…

Agnus began to become impatient. This young silver haired male with his youthful looks and arrogant attitude was beginning to drive him wild. Agnus WANTED HIM.

Nero did not care for the look in the older, larger males eyes- he was staring at him with an animalistic lustful shine. Nero began to look for escape routes but it was too late. The stuttering scientist pounced, knocking Nero to the stone floor of the laboratory- knocking him unconscious as he smacked his head of the ground.

*2 hours late….*

Nero woke up groggily and was confused and scared to find that his arms were bound uncomfortably above his head, he was even more alarmed upon discovering that his clothes had been removed thus leaving his alabaster skin open to the air. Nero made attempts to calm himself down and began to take note of his surroundings. The chamber was dim, lit only by small candles placed around numerous intervals in the room. He was lying on a luxurious four poster bed, the covers of which were shades of deep pinks and purples. The walls of the chamber were stone and the ground was carpeted by an ornate and regal red rug, the edges of which were frayed with age. Nero raised his head as much as he was able and looked up as he heard the heavy wooden door of the chamber open and saw someone else enter the room.

Agnus walked into the room and smiled down at Nero as he lay in such a vulnerable position on the bed. The scientist could hardly control himself.

"We-e-lcome t-t-to my humble ab-bode" Agnus spoke, he was nervous and that always made his speech impediment more prominent.

Nero hesitated, for once lost for words as his mind desperately attempted to calculate his current predicament,

"What the FUCK is going on here, why am I tied up! Where the FUCK are my clothes?"

Agnus cringed again, it was the young boys voice, so high pitched- Agnus decided that he would probably prefer Nero if he couldn't speak. It was then that Agnus made the decision to remove Nero's tongue. Agnus left the room again without another word to gather his supplies…

#30 minutes later…#

Nero stared, terrified at the massive form of the scientist who stood maliciously over him. He found himself unable to move even a finger as Agnus had injected some sort of strange serum into his bloodstream causing instant paralysis. Nero was powerless. Agnus began his work.

Using little force on his part, Agnus pulled the teenager's jaw open and- using pliers- pulled the boys tongue out from his mouth and stretched it so that he had easy access to the slippery organ. Agnus made the decision that he wanted this particular body altercation over with fast and so opted for a razor sharp pair of steel scissors which he usually saved for experimenting on the bodies of demons. Nero's eyes widened and fearful tears began to well around his bottom eyelashes and threatened to spill out over his cheeks. Agnus took no notice of this and, without hesitation, sliced through Nero's long pink tongue and placed the mutilated organ on a large sanitary tray placed to his side. Blood immediately welled up within the boy's mouth and Agnus watched for a moment as Nero gargled out screams of agony- the scientist was pleased to discover that the serum did not hinder Nero's ability to make noise.

Carefully tilting Nero's head to the side, Agnus waited patiently as he allowed the large pool of blood within his mouth to escape and spill over the cerise sheets of his bed. Agnus continued his altercations to Nero's body next with his scalpel. The boy's eyes were beautiful and Agnus could not help but wonder how much more beautiful those eyes would be if the remained open all of the time…..

Agnus lent over the bed and, with a thin felt tipped pen, began to carefully trace small lines of direction over the young boy's eyelids. When this was done Agnus got ready his scalpel. Nero was moaning and crying in terror and sheer agony but the serum injected into his blood stream made closing his eyes or struggling impossible. Agnus began his work.

With graceful and almost inhuman precision, Agnus began to cut across the lines which he had traced upon Nero's eyelids, he growled angrily at the sounds emanating from Nero's throat; they were so very distracting when he was trying to concentrate. By the time he had removed the first eyelid he had become accustomed to the noises which no longer posed such a distraction. He sat back and proudly admired his handy work; it was good, the piece of flawless flesh had come of clean and without any unattractive jagged edges left on the skin. By this point the boy had quietened, his gargled screams being reduced to mere whimpers which suited Agnus just fine.

Happy with the first part of his operation Agnus began the same process on the second eyelid. The large tanned male began the same process upon Nero's left eyelid. He was happy with his work until, half way through, the boy made an unexpected agonised moan causing Agnus to jump and accidentally cut half an inch into Nero's beautiful azure coloured eye ball. He froze and stared in horror as the sickly coloured jelly like contents of the eye began to dribble out and seep down Nero's angel like face. The sounds of agony from the white haired teenager suddenly reached a new pitch and Agnus himself joined in with the screams by adding his own sounds of discontent, frustration and anger thus creating a demonic crescendo of utter anguish. In a sudden fit of pure rage, Agnus reached down and- using his long and thick fingers- tore the remainder of the eyelid of himself, leaving a horrific wound which looked raw and painful. By this point Nero had lost all consciousness and did not look as if he would reawaken any time soon.

Agnus left the room for the moment. As he ascended the large stone staircase he could not help but feel excited for the next night and the continued alterations he could make to that beautiful creatures body….