Chapter Word Count: 500||Story Word Count: 1,000||Chapter Count: 2/40
Perfect. Digimon Kaiser had seen so many people fall into the grip of his power. Seeing Motomiya Daisuke do it provided a thrill he'd seldom experienced.
For a few moments he continued to study his captive, considering his options. Then he spoke again.
"Follow me."
Motomiya followed along as Kaiser stalked toward the corridor, silent without and likely raging within. Kaiser didn't care about his internal struggles, so long as he obeyed orders.
Those others will be searching for him. Annoying. With a few muttered words, he sent slaves off to deal with those pesky intruders. With the only one of them who could evolve now following tamely at his heels, he didn't expect many problems.
But he hadn't gotten as far as he already without learning how to deal with unexpected issues. They wouldn't have come here if they didn't think they could do something to fight him. Just because there was one of those 'Digimentals' didn't mean it was the only one.
So he already had more of his intelligent slaves looking around for anything else that could be one. He would take care of this carrier personally.
He came to one of his examination rooms and gestured Motomiya inside. His fangs itched as he did; he hadn't fed in too long, putting his plans for world domination first.
Perhaps… yes. He could do that. It would make Motomiya even more useful than Kaiser originally thought possible.
He stepped up behind Motomiya, releasing him from the grip on his mind, and allowed a few moments for the redhead to recover his senses and look around, confusion radiating off of him.
Then he wrapped one arm around Motomiya and pulled him close, tracing his tongue down the other's neck.
"I have such plans for you," he murmured, enjoying the way his captive wriggled helplessly. "You are going to be very useful to me."
He didn't wait for Motomiya to make one of those foolish protests about how he'd never do anything Kaiser wanted. Instead, he buried his fangs deep into Motomiya's neck, easily finding the right spot so that sweet nourishment flowed past his lips.
Doing this also made it far, far easier for him to sense what was on Motomiya's mind. He wasn't surprised at what he felt.
Confusion. Concern. Anger. Fear – oh that was so lovely. The desire to get away. The knowledge that he couldn't.
The awareness that his blood was being drunk.
The awareness that he couldn't resist.
Kaiser kept himself from draining the other dry by sheer force of will. Motomiya tried to resist, though he couldn't even move properly. Kaiser released him, pleased to see that it took only a moment or two for his captive to slump down to his knees, too weak to move away.
"Wormmon," Kaiser said, licking his lips clean. "Bring my guest food." One had to take good care of one's slaves, especially when they were as delicious as this one.
Not to mention as useful, as well.
To Be Continued
Notes: This is only the beginning of what Kaiser has planned for Daisuke. And I'm reasonably certain there will be a rating increase at some point. Not yet, though. They barely know each other!
