Nikolai and Takeo's search had become frantic now, they were beginning to panic. Dempsey's disappearance, along with the blood on the floor of his room, could mean he was in serious danger. Not to mention that Richtofen had also vanished, and seemingly taken his weapons with him. They were now stood near the quick revive machine, having searched the entire base.
"We must find them, and fast!" Nikolai said
Suddenly, they heard a shout. And it was coming from below them.
Crouching down, they heard another shout.
"That's Dempsey!" Takeo said, straining to hear more.
"We need to get down there!" Nikolai urged.
With one of his arms free, Dempsey was now engaged in a battle for dominance with Richtofen. The German was struggling to pin the Marine down now that he had broken one of his bonds, and he was fighting ferociously despite his wounds.
"You're fucked now Kraut, LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Dempsey bellowed, thrashing violently.
Before Richtofen could do anything to stop him, Dempsey had freed himself, and sent a bone crushing kick into his stomach. Richtofen fell backwards, his own blood flooding into his mouth. The taste was intoxicating, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He was so engrossed, that he didn't even notice that Dempsey was now trying to make his way over to him.
The marine watched in disgust as Richtofen writhed and moaned on the floor, and he concentrated on getting his body to obey him. Being strapped down for so long had weakened him dramatically, and when he tried to stand up, he fell to his knees. The pain he felt in his legs was debilitating, the muscles were begging him not to try to stand. But he ignored them, driven by sheer rage and hatred for the man in front of him. Using the table for support, he got to his feet and gained his balance.
Richtofen was now aware of Dempsey, and he noticed that he was a little unsteady in his feet. Using this to his advantage, Richtofen got up, grabbed the scalpel, and hid in the dark corner of the room. He watched as Dempsey struggled to find him.
"I'm going to fucking skin you Kraut!" Dempsey growled, searching for him.
He grabbed the nearest sharp object, a knife, with the intention of sticking it in a place where the sun does not shine. His eyes roamed the darkness, but he could not make anything out.
Richtofen watched as Dempsey's eyes skirted over him and past him, and he silently huffed in relief. He watched in awe as Dempsey straightened, and took on the stance of a predator searching for his prey.
Only there was no prey to be found here.
He could still taste the blood in his mouth, and it was distracting him from the matter at hand. Concentrating on Dempsey, he noticed that his shirt was still torn, and he raked his eyes over the Marine's exposed torso. Richtofen adored the gashes and tears he had made in Dempsey's skin, and how the blood had flowed from them. He felt his body quiver in anticipation of doing it again.
He thought of Dempsey's exposed body as a canvas, and that he was the artist, and the scalpel his brush.
Dempsey's blood was the paint.
Once again, he marvelled at how muscular the American was. There were some benefits of 115 exposure after all…
Dempsey was growing more and more frustrated, and he was running out of ideas on how to find the crazy-ass Nazi. But he would not leave without finding him.
Then he realised something that may well solve the problem.
God I hope this works, he thought to himself.
Richtofen noticed a change in Dempsey's demeanor, and saw that he was looking at the knife and back to himself…
No…he wouldn't.
Richtofen watched, transfixed, as Dempsey took the knife and brought it up to his chest. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped when Dempsey pushed the blade of the knife into his exposed flesh and trailed it across, drawing blood. A jolt shot through Richtofen, and he couldn't stop the feeling of arousal flowing through him. He watched as Dempsey hissed at the pain, and looked down at the self-inflicted wound.
"You like what you see?" Dempsey asked, looking around the room.
Richtofen couldn't deny the sight was mouth-watering to behold. He couldn't help it, the pleasure he was getting out of seeing this was too much…
He let out a small moan.
Dempsey's head snapped up and his eyes zeroed in on Richtofen.
"Got you now" he ran into the corner and tackled Richtofen, pinning him to the ground.
"Nein!" Richtofen shouted in protest.
Dempsey had a sadistic grin on his face as he pinned the doctor's arms, and watched as fear began to appear on Richtofen's face.
"Let's see how you like it" Dempsey hissed, pulling the doctor to his feet and throwing him across the room.
Richtofen collided with the table and crumpled into a heap on the floor. He tried to crawl away but he could not move quickly enough, and Dempsey picked him up and put on the table, securing his arms.
"Vhat are you going to do Dempshey…?" he asked
It was then Dempsey noticed something…
There wasn't any fear in Richtofen's eyes or in his voice, he just looked merely curious, and this unsettled Dempsey.
Screw this…
Dempsey took the knife and slashed across Richtofen's chest and watched the man's reaction.
It wasn't what he expected.
Richtofen closed his eyes and let out an erotic moan of pleasure, licking his lips.
"Oh…ja do zat again…"
Dempsey's mouth gaped in shock, and he could only watch as Richtofen writhed and giggled at him. Now what the fuck was he supposed to?
Out of desperation for revenge, he took the knife and hacked and slashed at Richtofen's exposed torso, cutting and tearing at his pale skin. Once again, he moaned at Dempsey's actions, and raised his body in anticipation.
Dempsey stopped when Richtofen's laughter broke his concentration. He could see his abdominal muscles tensing as he laughed.
"Oh poor little Dempshey. Did you really think zat zis vould hurt me?" he was really laughing now.
Dempsey was speechless.
"Oh…it is like nothing in zis vorld! To feel you cutting at my flesh is just so…erotic…ja" he moaned and raised his hips again.
Frozen in place, Dempsey had no idea what to do. He'd even dropped the knife. He looked at Richtofen, who had a maniacal grin on his face. To Dempsey horror, Richtofen sat up and broke his bonds with ease.
"Oh my God…"
"Yes Dempshey. I could have escaped vhenever I vanted to. But I vas having so much fun!" he giggled.
That was it. Dempsey fell to the ground and hugged his knees to his chest.
Richtofen crouched down beside him, surveying him with interest.
"Vhat is ze matter Dempshey? Cat got your tongue?" he giggled uncontrollably.
Dempsey just kept looking in front of him, staring at the ground.
He didn't even flinch when Richtofen leaned in and ran his tongue over Dempsey's neck, having one last taste of his sweet blood.
"Oooohh…it is so vunderbar" and with that Richtofen stood, and began redressing himself.
Once he was finished, Richtofen took one last look at Dempsey, before turning around and striding out of the room.
Sometime later, Takeo and Nikolai heard footsteps, and turned to find Richtofen walking on the floor above them.
"Doctor, where have you been! Are you alright?" Takeo asked, allowing his frustration to show.
"Da where have you been?" Nikolai added.
Richtofen stopped and looked over the railings at the two men, a sly grin on his face.
"I am absolutely vunderbar."