Koncha, mina! Rin got herself into a new fandom while her laptop was out of commission… You guessed it: Amnesia. Gosh, Daniel's voice made me melt. Y'know… When I wasn't screaming in terror…
Anyway. While rummaging the interwebs, I found the Amnesia Kink Meme! While reading through said meme, I took on filling a few of them! (You'll be getting a LOT of fills soon…)
I originally started this on my birthday as a gift to myself… Never got around to finishing it… Maybe someday…
WARNINGS!
-This will contain copious amounts of explicit writings and fills. This includes lots of yaoi/Boy-Love/so on so forth. If you do not like that, the back button is now your best friend.
-This will also contain several fills to prompts found on the kink meme.
-Amnesia: The Dark Descent and its characters are owned by Frictional.
-The story belongs to me!
Also: This is my first ever M-Rated story posted to FanFiction! I hope it goes well!
The Drink
12/13/11 リン雨
So it Starts
It really had started to become unbearable. The torture was worse than the constant threat of the Shadow.
"How strange," he thought to himself.
Daniel had never been one to do or even try drugs, yet the one time he made an exception now had him in a horrible situation. He didn't deny that he was addicted to the clear and bitter liquid; he couldn't, even if he wanted to. He didn't know the name of the drink nor did he care, but from the first sip he had taken on that night a mere week before had him in a physical need for the drink.
A physical need for the drink… And something physical. The drink caused his body to be aroused, and very easily at that. It caused his body to tremble and ache with need until he excused himself to alleviate his ever growing problem.
Even after his pleasuring, which left him breathless and flustered and behind on schedule, his body would be left craving more of the bitter drink and in return craving more pleasure.
Indeed, it was a horrible situation.
"Does Alexander know?" he caught himself asking more and more often, usually after releasing himself in the comfort of his room. "Of course he knows, he knows everything that happens in this damned castle." How else would there always be a full bottle waiting for him in the exact same spot in the laboratory whenever he needed a new one?
It started with a sip, and one moment to himself. Then, over the course of just a week, Daniel found himself clearing half of the tall bottle in one day. He feared the day his body demanded every last drop in the bottle.
He hesitated torturing the prisoners. Their screams and moans now beginning to sound pleasured instead of pained.
"Whatever you do, Daniel," he warned himself. "Do not drink the entire bottle. Do not do it, you don't know what will happen."
Woo! Wow… Different writing style than what I'm used to…
Thank you for reading!
This may or may not be finished. My friend told me to post it, and here we are. Depending on the kind of feedback I get will determine its fate…