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Damien looked around for an entrance, or really any crevice he might be able to fit through. This opening was presented by the kitchen window. He quietly slipped through, displeased when Grell is nowhere to be found.
Grell, unaware of the danger creeping through the kitchen, had stopped by their room to drop off his loot that Undertaker would most likely have given him anyways. It consisted off some new heals, a lovely waistcoat, and some new make-up. He would look far better in it than those corpses.
After it was stashed away he straightened at the sound of a thump.
Damien had been walking around, forgetting he was sneaking, he lost his patience and stepped on a wood plank harder than needed, and causing it to give out a wail to the resident in the house.
Grell, used to hearing odd noises around the shop, thought nothing of it, now leaning against the wall, deep in thought about what he was going to make.
Damien had frozen up, thinking the mission was ruined. After a long minute of no breathing and painful muscle clenching, Damien finally deemed it safe to move again. He knew where Grell was but he wanted him in the closed off kitchen.
Grell grinned when he figured out what he could make, sure it would use up all the Undertaker's cookie ingredients but he deserved it for locking him up in that dreadful coffin. Confident in his decision, Grell pranced to the kitchen.
Damien had himself set in place, anticipating his final pounce onto his prey.
Grell entered the kitchen, not sensing the cold animalistic glare he was receiving from the gentleman in the corner of his ceiling. When he thought about one thing, other thoughts were often dumped out the window; unfortunately the small thought screaming for him to turn around was kicked out that window.
Damien had everything planned out, which is until the pipes in the ceiling gave out to Damien's weight.
Grell swished around, shocked by the sudden destruction of the kitchen, now realizing that he is not alone.
Damien hit the floor, quickly regained his footing and shot out at Grell, effectively smothering his face with a chloroform cloth.
The surprise lowered the red shinigami's supernatural defenses, allowing the chloroform to take effect. His world was now dark.
(A/N: If your reading this my rp grell, I have changed this scene a bit. You can kill me later 3 )
Grell woke up, his vision a fuzz, the cause was most likely the lack of his glasses or perhaps the remnants of chloroform. From the blurry outlines around him he discovered he was in Undertaker's room. He relaxed and moved to sit up, taking the past events as a bad dream, that is until he felt the merciless bite of ropes on his skin. Wait. Skin, Grell realized in horror that he was nude. If this was another joke from the Undertaker he would be bringing his chainsaw into the game of Twister ne-
A figure came into vision, not enough for him to identify, but enough for him to think "That is not Undertaker…" Looks like his chainsaw won't be involved, or perhaps ever again.
Damien, pleased with how the events had been going, walked closer and leaned down. "Ah, so you've finally awoken. I was beginning to fear that I would have to be the only one having fun. Oh, wait. I will be." Damien grinned, if Grell could see he would have seen the forked tongue.
He trailed his fingers down Grell's neck, toying with his victim.
Grell tried to scream, halting in the process realizing he was gagged, and went with violently kicking out at the man.
"Feisty one, aren't we?" Damien placed what would be described at a nightstick at Grell's entrance, "We'll just have to fix that."
Grell worked up his strength and lashed out at Damien, freeing his jaws enough to clamp down on his arm, receiving a pained hiss from his assaulter. He was not going to let this happen, he was to strong.
Damien, now enraged, tried everything to get Grells teeth unclamped from his arm. Before he could however, the vicious sound of an engine pierced Damien's ears, the serrated blades lodging themselves in his shoulder. Grell's death scythe ripped through his flesh with an unforgiving force.
Grell felt a grin coming onto his face, it had been a while since he had done something like this, he reveled in the pained look on Damien's face. That is before his face took on an expression that might have matched his.
His other arm was just fine; while Grell was focused on his left side he switched his weapon to the other hand, plunging it into Grell when he let his guard down.
Grell's grip weakened on his scythe enough for Damien to rip it from his hands, now he was doomed for the next hour or so. Undertaker needed to forget the eggs and hurry his ass home now.
Sorry about this chapter in particular, I didn't really want to write the rape scene since I have respect for Grell being kickass but we all have to do things we don't like. Sorry for the lack of updates, hopefully I'll get another chapter up sooner than this. Thanks for reading. REVIEW PLEASE!