045. Illusion
Silence.
"Let the world speak to you. Let it be a part of you."
It was the only thing he heard.
"That is the only way you shall master the world."
He tossed that ridiculous hat into a corner, let his jacket fall off of emaciated shoulders.
"Can you do that for me? I want you to be able to master the world."
"Yes, Master."
"Only then will I return. Will you do that for me?"
"Yes, Master."
Boots, turtleneck joined the jacket. He stood in only his pants, the awkwardly striped garment part of his uniform. He stared down at the silver and scarlet ring on his finger, then gasped when a chill flowed through the room. Goosebumps.
"Yes, Master."
It was warm now, but the chills didn't subside from his too-thin body. He felt the arms wrap around him, holding too gently, the heated breath against his ear and neck. Emeralds fluttered shut.
"Have you conquered the world yet?"
"Yes, Master."
Too breathy. He clenched his teeth ever so slightly, wanting so badly to touch the other back, as the presence stroked his torso and made him feel oh so warm, warmer than he had felt in a long time.
"Good. Good boy. I'm so proud of you."
"Y-yes… Master…"
The presence was gone. He allowed himself to fall to his knees, tears streaming down his face. He had tortured himself, left himself exposed to the abuse of the presence he had summoned.
And then, silence.
Omg I wrote a KHR fanfic :'D
Fran's my fave. Don't hate. Numbah 45 in the 100 theme Challenge, Illusion.
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