Bonding through Bruises

by BlindGirlFiction

Murdoc kidnaps 2D yet again. Things aren't right. This isn't like before, and 2-D is not sure it's worth putting up with the Demon bassist. What choice does he have? With satanism, stolen money, and a bag of 'medicine' 2D will see the lengths of Murdoc's obsession. Meanwhile Russ and Noods know it isn't a ploy. When the police wont help they take things into their own hands.

1. Prologue

Prologue

More than you can chew

He didn't know how many times the band had broken up now. How many times had Murdoc talked him into coming back? (Or in more desperate instances, kidnapped him.) He did know this however, this was one of those desperate times. He lay on the bed, sheets and pillows all a mess. The bedspread was strewn half way off the bed and onto the floor. Feathers from one of the down pillows kissed the mattress and floor, like Murdoc's fists left kisses of purple and black on his skin. His body itself was adorned in bite marks and bruises. The lace of the outfit was a drying white liquid that stained his stomach. Some of his own reproductive fluids to remind him that no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much he fought it, his body still responded with a type of masochistic delight.

He grabbed the torn pillow, the one he very clearly remembered sinking his teeth into. His thrashing had been enough to rip a decent sized hole in it. His eyes shown the death of soul, empty, even emptier than they already were to begin with. Rolling onto his side he pulled the pillow to his face and curled into a ball. Holding the pillow in place with his knees, his hands raised and grabbed hold of his blue locks and pulled as hard as he could, screaming

into the remains of the pillow. This was his point of no return. THIS was all there was. He and Muds like he'd always wanted. But why, oh god why, did it have to be like this?