Darkness Within The Mind
Chapter Three
By EdElricRules
Parings: WinxEd, Royai.
Warnings: Abuse, Torture, Gore, A splash of yoai/Incest (whatever way you look at it)
Summary: Would anyone save me from this pain or would I drown in it?
He watched his 'mouse' scream and wither in pain, he laughed, he could hear his laughter follow Mouse's scream. It was exhilarating.
He could see Mouse shaking with fear and pain. He crouched down; his golden eyes boring into Mouse's golden dulled eyes, his eyes travelled to were he had inflicted the new knife wound. He stuck his tongue out and delicately licked the small, thin trail of blood that was slowly travelling down Mouse's face to his neck. He watched as Mouse tried to gain control over his meddled emotions even though he looked like he wanted to cry so badly but wouldn't. It was an amusing sight.
He smirked; he could, and would, have more fun with Mouse if he was asleep. So he placed his index fingers on each of Mouse's ribs and began gently running them up and down in a continuous motion. He saw Mouse's eyes drop a fraction; he reached for the tranquiller needle and pricked it at Mouse's neck 1cm near Mouse's slowing pulse. He smirked with pleasure. He was sure that Mouse saw the pleasure, that he was feeling, flash in his eyes. As Mouse's half closed eyes flashed with fear, and it gave him satisfaction to hear Mouse whimper before his eyes finally thudded with a close.
He scanned Mouse's small, frail, pale body.
Mouse's once tanned skin was now a sickly pale white, his golden hair, which was sprawled over his chest, was fading to a murky, dirty brown, red colour. Mouse's bones were showing through a thin layer of skin, his ribs were poking through some of that skin in abnormal angles, his left arm and right leg were showing clear white bone, his face and back showed many past wounds and many new wounds which he had inflicted in the four months that he had Mouse.
He knew Mouse was alive from the small lift of his chest, it was barely noticeable, but he was alive and that made him happy that he could continue torturing his puppet.
His eyes scanned the torture bench, the weapons he had chosen for today were simple, even for him, a knife and Mouse's mechanical arm. He changed his appearance, his hair shortened and changed to brown, his eyes shifted to resemble a 10 year old child and also changed into a chocolate brown, his height shrunk to the exact height for a younger brother. His clothes changed too, he now had a black singlet and blue jacket with gray pants.
The now young boy smirked; the smirk didn't, and never would, suit the young boy's kind and caring features.
He scanned Mouse's body looking for a new spot to inflict more pain, and then he found it his delicate neck. That was the only place that he hadn't touched, he slowly dragged his forefinger around the small area, it made him angry, a frown creased his lips, that this boy could still survive all that he had inflicted upon him, he even raped him, and yet he still had hope, it was so small that even Mouse could not see it, but it was there none the less and he was going to crush it, by any means possible.
Starting by changing into someone Mouse desperately wanted to see, Tin Can in the flesh. Mouse would lose all hope at seeing his younger brother torture.
He crackled, the laugh itself sounding unnatural from a kind and young boy. He placed the tip of the knife at the end of Mouse's neck then with practised ease, the knife was at the other end of Mouse's neck and a thin red mark was slowly forming. He grinned; he placed the tip of the slightly red knife on the wounded cheek, and then pushed it in.
He quickly changed into the older version of Mouse's younger brother, his hair lengthened and was placed in a ponytail, his height skyrocketed to one of a seventeen year old teenager, his clothes changed into Mouse's old outfit; black jacket, black pants, shirt and boots. He dug the knife in further. Mouse's eyes snapped opened, Mouse let out a gasp of pain, he started shaking again, Mouse blinked then his eyes widened with shock and betrayal, he smirked as he watched, Mouse's eyes filled with tears.
"No" Mouse moaned.
"Hello…Brother" he purred, micking Mouse's younger brother perfectly.
Mouse whimpered, he smiled an eerie smile, Mouse stared in pure horror.
"Alphonse, please," Mouse whispered, desperation in every syllable. "Stop, please"
He watched tears roll down Mouse's pale white cheeks, the left side of his cheek turned the clear liquid into blood red, and yet Mouse wouldn't allow a sob escape his pale, blood tainted, lips.
He inched his face closer until his and Mouse's lips were merely 1cm apart, he bit down on Mouse's lower lip drawing crimson, and with practised ease slipped tongue inside Mouse's parted lips. Once inside Mouse's mouth, he licked Mouse's tongue, then without warning Mouse bit down on. His eyes flashed dangerously, Mouse's teeth were biting into his tongue. He glared into Mouse's golden eyes, fine Mouse wanted to fight back then he would pay for his disobedience, he would make sure of that!
He lifted Mouse's right arm into the air, ready to slam it against Mouse's skull, but thought of a better idea. He pressed his lips aggressively against Mouse's lips. He met Mouse's dull gold eyes again, they had widened with sheer horror, and Mouse parted his lips a few centimetres. He grinned, his plan was working.
He pressed harder, Mouse jerked back with a yelp, he smirked. He moved back to his original position, his confident, psychotic eyes never leaving Mouse's frightened ones.
"Now that wasn't very nice, now was it Brother?" he mocked, his voice sing-song, his chilling smile in place, it didn't suit the young man's facial features at all.
Mouse whimpered.
He chuckled; Mouse shrunk back, he swung his arm back, ready to swing it at any given moment.
"Was that nice? Brother?" he sang, his eyes glittering with unknown joy.
"Nn...o" Mouse stuttered.
"Tut, tut, what was that Brother I couldn't hear you!" he sang, his getting higher and his arm inching backwards.
"No it wasn't" Mouse whispered, his voice barely audible.
He laughed a cold and soulless laugh, Mouse shrunk back; afraid of his younger brother's antics. Mouse was visibly shaking; tears were running down his cheeks at an alarming rate.
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU DEAR BROTHER" he sang, his voice rising at a high note, he was grinning like a psychotic maniac.
"NO it wasn't very nice!" Mouse screamed in despair, it was clearly on his facial features and in his voice.
He smirked and swung his arm forward.
The sound of a skull cracking echoed throughout the small cramped, mould filled, basement.
His bone chilling laughter soon followed.
He looked down at Mouse's limp form; blood was dripping out of his hairline.
"No one is going to save you, your trapped here…Edward" he purred, his purple eyes flashing with pure enjoyment.
"And never getting out…never"
End Chapter Three