Control Me

By-Starie

Inspired By-Zarla 3


Edgar lay on his bed, his hands bound together by rope and so were his feet. The only thing the man wore was his shirt and boxers. Everything else had been stripped off him.

The room was dim lighted, a vast amount of space only a bed, a small table with a lamp and a chair.

Edgar woke up with a groan, he opened his eyes, and his vision impaired for his glasses had been taken away as well. He tried to move his legs. Not only were they bounded together; they were bounds to the end bedposts. Edgar was still half asleep from whatever had knocked him out in the first place.

A door from an unknown location opened and shut quickly, a darkened figure entered the room. Edgar tried his best to see who it was but his horrible eye site was his downfall.

As the man moved closer, Edgar was over come with an eerie shiver running through his veins with each beat of his heart.

"Are you scared Edgar?"

The voice said. Edgar knew the voice.

"Nny…"

He murmered looking at the maniac who sat in the chair by the bed.

"Mmhm."

Came the man's deep murmur for an answer. Edgar sat up only to have Nny push him back down on the bed. A blush crept on Edgar's face.

"N-Nny…What are you d-doing?"

He said trying to steady his voice from sounding so nervous.

"Do you love me?"

The blue haired man suddenly asked. Edgar was surprised for a moment.

"…"

He was silent. He didn't know what to say. Yes, Edgar did have affection for Nny. Though, was it strong enough to be considered love? How about just a deep friend ship? Maybe…

"Edgar?"

Nny's voice asked. It wasn't Nny's voice that had brought Edgar back into this reality; it was the hand that gently traced up Edger's bare thigh. The bounded man squeaked and squirmed slightly under the rough callused hands. Edgar couldn't find him an answer.

"Do you not know Edgar?"

Nny asked, his hand lay on Edgar's thigh, his lips ghostly pressed on Edgar's ear, whispering. Edgar shuddered again, blushing madly.

"Has our friendship been a lie?"

The questions pursued as teeth nipped the sensitive lobe. Still Edgar couldn't find an answer, his breath hitched in his throat.

"Or maybe…your affection for me is only because I control you."

Edgar was surprised.

"…Control me?"

He echoed in a way, a quiet whisper in the silent room. Nny grinned.

"Yes. I control you."

Edgar turned to look at Nny whose form was blurring in itself, the shape shifting to another.

"Scri…"

Edgar moaned, the longhaired man stood in the same position as 'Nny' had been. A hand on Edgar's thigh, lips close to his face.

"I control you dear Edgar. Can you still not see it? I control what's going on up here."

Scri murmured and kissed Edgar's forehead.

"Let me go!"

Edgar protested, struggling. Scri only chuckled at Edgar's attempt of escape. The odd form of a man's own imagination began stroking Edgar's thigh. Easily soothing the fighting being.

"I control you."

Scri murmured again in Edgar's ear, nipping at the flesh again. His hand moving upward of Edgar's leg.

"Control me…"

Edgar moaned out as the room darkened to a pitch black and he could not see any more.