"ARGH!"
Adrien screamed as high as his lungs could produce. His head falling back to the point the edge of his head rubbed against the bottom part of his neck. The red lines that pumped blood into his pupils twitch, trying to maintain itself and not burst from the pain its host was experiencing.
"Oh shut up you big baby," Chloe growled at Adrien as she sticks a thin needle into the young man's skin. At the end of the need was yellow and black leather thread that would soon be covered in blood as it slides through Adrien's skin. He could feel the texture's moving inside of him, the touch cloth stinging his insides, making it feel as if his skin was on fire.
It was too much, too much for both his body and his mind. His body forces itself to relax, to find a way to ease the pain this devil in front of him was causing. His toes twitch a little, but that was nothing compared to his beating heart pumping leaking blood from his system.
"There, all done!" Chloe practically sang as she rose to her feet in her leather five-inch black thigh high boots. She wore a yellow, black stripped strap dress with a puffy bottom that stopped around her thighs. Showing off her long legs that were covered by the black leather, the same material she was sewing into Adrien's flesh. On her arms was the same black material, and it went all the way down to her elbows. She wore thick black eyeliner that practically circled around her eye, making it look like she was inhuman, which at this point may be true. Also, she wore dark purple lipstick and had her hair in a ponytail with a black ribbon tied in.
Chloe twirls in front of him, showing off her pretty but yet sadistic dress she was wearing. Allowing him to see not only the black and yellow designs of the fabric but also the red spots. It didn't take a genius to figure out that she had blood on her dress. But who's is what worried Adrien. From the look of the place he was in, it didn't look like he was the first victims.
"Where's your dad?" Adrien asked. It was the only thing on his mind now. He didn't want to concentrate on anything else. Especially the room…
A desk lamp lighted the room, its yellow rays reflective off the dark oak below his feet. All around him, on each wall, was a doll that sat on a shelf. Each doll was unique in its own way, some had marble eyes, while others were drawn in. Some were plastic, other's glass, and human skin. Hair that could be plastic or human hair. Pretty clothes, dirty clothes, some naked with cuts over their private areas. All girls, not boys. Adrien couldn't tell, but he knew one thing, all the eyes of the dolls, smiling, frowning or even crying, were staring at him. Watching him as he was tortured.
"He's busy, no need to worry about him," Chloe tells Adrien. Walking over to the desk where the lamp stood, a large tool size box. Painted orange, it stood out in the room. Chloe opens the box, revealing multiple items such as needles, threads, rubbing alcohol, a phone, a couple of syringes loaded with unknown liquids, and possible dirty torturing devices.
"I don't feel good." Adrien whimpered. His eyes moved to his sewed body parts. They were sewed around the chair, being held down by threads in his skins. He couldn't look down at his legs, but he could feel the pain of the string attached to the legs of the chair. Binding him to this unspeakable pain.
"Oh come on, we did this a lot when we were kids, what makes this so different?" Chloe chuckled. She opens a bottle of rubbing alcohol, then gently tilts it to the side, allowing it to soak a white napkin she had in hand.
"I want to live this time," Adrien muttered, making Chloe stop pouring the liquids and looked over at Adrien.
"Let me guess, for her?" Chloe asked.
"I love her Chloe…I always will love my Marinette." He tells the blonde girl. In a flash, the table with lamp CRASHES to the ground. The table holding it soon follows, dreading the room in complete darkness. Adrien's eyes widen and his chest rises up and down in haste. The memories, his nightmares, they were slowly coming back.
"You love a pig!" Chloe yelled in the darkness. "You love a fucking pig! Compare to me, a diamond in the shit bucket! I am worth more than the fucking bitch! And you pick her over me! Why!? Why Adrien!?"
"Because I hate you…" Adrien growled. "You stood there…and allowed your father to rape me. You didn't call the police, you didn't do anything. You just stood there and let him hurt me."
"You were daddies toy," Chloe tells Adrien.
"And because of that, you will NEVER get my love," Adrien growled.
A long silence soon followed. A very long silence, one that would make someone think the conversation was over. But it wasn't. Soon, Adrien was blinded by a bright light that came from Chloe's cell phone. The young woman lifts the table up along with the box of random tools and the lamp. Soon, the room was lighted again, revealing a black teared stained Chloe standing before Adrien. For the first time, she looked truly hurt.
"I hate you," Chloe said. "Daddy was always violent, he kept bringing other's home…he wouldn't pay attention to me."
Her lips twitched as her eyes stared down at him. The running eyeliner added to her emotions right now. Unstable, sad and worse…crazy.
"Then you came and everything was perfect. You made him happy, and you made me happy…" She explained before more black lines fall down her cheeks. "Then you left, and we were both so sad. He was never the same after that. He kept thinking about you, wondering when you were going to come home. It was you and work, you and work…never me. I had to attack other people just for him to look at me."
"Is that why you raped Nino?" Adrien asked. Chloe lets out a small chuckle.
"No, I just wanted to see if the things said about black guys was true, to be honest. I don't really care about Nino, but he is a great size."
"Yea…" Adrien said in shame as he looks down to his manhood. "I don't know how Ayla does it."
"Anyway, I want a new doll, Adrien. A life-size one…" Chloe started, making the blonde look up from his crotch to the girl with tweezers in her hand. "I think you would look amazing…with Hazel eyes."
"Chloe…" Adrien spoke in fear as she walks over to Adrien. Before he could react, her hand latches to the top of his blonde hair bang. Holding his head steady before raming the metal pointed object right into his socket…
(Marinette)
"Oh my god."
Marinette muttered from the news she just heard. The woman in front of her known as Tikki had just spilled the beans on EVERYTHING. And by EVERYTHING, I mean EVERYTHING!
"Gabriel may be your father!?" Ayla shouted in disbelief, did I forget to mention she was there as well.
"That can't be…I don't look like him! Do I?" Marinette asked Ayla. The glasses wearing woman bites her bottom lip at the question.
"Well…now that I am looking close enough," Ayla muttered, making Marinette sigh.
"I am not his daughter! If I was an Agreste, wouldn't that mean the child Adrien and were about to create-was an incest child?" Ayla interrupted. The thought sent shivers up Marinette spine. Seeing the girls panic, Ayla raises her hands up in worry to calm her down.
"I mean, that doesn't really mean anything!" Ayla said, but her words didn't reach Marinette.
"Oh my good god, my mommies a whore!" Marinette shouted before rising to her feet from the couch. "But never mind that, I need to get to the dollhouse and get Adrien!"
"She shrugged that off quickly," Tikki said.
"Yea, she does that. But don't worry, the problem will come back soon." Ayla tells her. As Marinette marches out of the room. The two watch the young woman go up the stairs of her home. Moments later, she comes down in haste with red fabric in her left hand and a brush in the other. Walking over to Ayla, she hands her the red cloth and her hairbrush.
"Go to the hospital and get this examined. Say its on Agreste order." Marinette tells Ayla. The dark skin girl takes the clothes into her hand, then gasp at a white stained part.
"Please tell me this isn't…"
"Cum, yes," Marinette said.
"Ew!"
"Oh, like you don't have any sex stained clothes!" Marinette growled at her friend. Causing her to blush ear to ear.
"I…clean them!" Ayla said in shame before walking over to her bag. Shoving the clothes into her bookbag, she looks over to Marinette to ask:
"What about you?" She asks, Marinette looks over to Tikki. "She's going to take me to the Dollhouse."
"Excuse me?" Tikki chuckled. "I may be your guardian, but I will not be responsible if you get hurt or lost in the dollhouse."
"What is the DollHouse?" Ayla asked. This made the redhead rub her nose with her index finger. Her other hand places a cigarette in her mouth. Already lit and producing smoke into her healthy lungs. She was acting nervous, trying not to make her fear noticeable, but it was.
"What is the DollHouse?" Marinette asked with curiosity. Adding a stern voice into her question.
"A place of fucking horrors that I refuse to go back to," Tikki growled at the girl, ignoring her intense stare.
"Fine, you don't have to go there. I will go there." Marinette tells her. This caused Tikki to chuckle.
"You don't even know where the dollhouse is," Tikki tells her, sadly though, she didn't know Marinette. She didn't know how determined our young heroine was, nor did she know how smart the blue head half-Asian was ether.
"No, but I might know someone who does." She tells Tikki before walking over to her bag again. Pulling out her cell phone, she dials a certain number was like writing on your skin with a sharpie. Pressing the device to her ear, she waited for the other line to respond.
(Sabine and Gabriel)
"Hello?"
Sabine answered her small device. An old fashion cell phone where you had to type in the number in order to make a call. She was sitting next to Gabriel in the back seat of his limo car. Being stuck in traffic didn't help the problem either. Paris can sometimes be the most romantic place in the world. But right now, it was Gabriel and Sabine's nightmare. Especially with their history, thank god Marinette called to break the ice for Sabine.
"Luka we need to make a deal," Marinette responded on the other line, causing Sabine's eyes to widen.
"No deals today sweety, I am having a shitty day," Sabine said, ready to hang up the phone any second.
"You and me both, MOM!" Marinette shouted over the other line. The skin color of Sabine faded into the color of a deceased spirit. Leaving a white tarp like creature sitting next to Gabriel.
"Oh, sweetheart…you must be confused," Sabine spoke with sweat falling from the side of her head. She was trying her best not to snap and panic.
"Tikki told me everything. Gabriel is possibly my father. Your part of this weird group they made. In fact, your one of the creators. And also, YOUR FUCKING LUKA!" Marinette screamed over the line, causing Sabine to nearly drop her phone. Marinette voice was so loud, even Gabriel could hear Marinette's voice.
"Sweety! I know this is a lot to take in but you- Listen to me now…" Marinette growled over the phone, causing her mother to stop talking and listen to her daughter. The same angry aura that Gabriel would normally feel from Adrien when he was pissed or annoyed with something…was now coming off of Marinette.
"Oh god…maybe she is my daughter." Gabriel thought.
"I have been drugged…" Marinette started. "I have been forced to sexual thing to both my body and other's, and personally I terrified of the result I got. I have gotten into more fights these last past few weeks, then I have had my entire life. I have been to both hell and back, and somehow, I still have my sanity. But today…is the day I know I might fucking break."
"Mari…This is not your war. This has nothing to do with you."
"I lost my baby mom."
Her words hit Sabine hard, right in the chest too. With all that was happening today, she didn't even check on Marinette. When she heard those words, her eyes went soft and her body goes a little limp.
"What happened?" Sabine asked.
"Chloe poisoned my food. Tikki told me that I would have died, but my baby took most of the poison." Marinette explained, holding back the tears. "I am wearing a diaper now, to contain the blood. But my baby is a dead mom, and Adrien got kidnapped by his former rapist and daughter…I think I am on the edge of losing my shit. And this had never happened before."
"Then let me get Adrien for you. I will go to the dollhouse, and you stay home and rest."
"I want to get Adrien, mom! I am not some damsel in distress that needs to be saved or have others do the saving! Tell me where the dollhouse mom. Please…"
Her voice was becoming more hosed. She was starting to sound like a crazy person to Sabine, scaring her a bit at the thought of her daughter's pain. Biting her lip, she opens her mouth to say:
"Behind the back of the town, where Mister Fu's massage parlor is, there is a door. It's right by a large trash bin. Right through the door are the outskirts of the town. Across the street, is the forest, walk into the forest by eight steps. Then turn right by three steps. Once inside, you will see a neon-painted trap door on the ground with solar panel lights shining it. Once inside, you have to find your way."
"Why?" Marinette asked.
"The DollHouse that is part of the Catacombs of Paris. You're going to have to find your way through the tunnels in order to find the Doll House. Be warned…that place is really scary at night."
"Okay…" Marinette whimpered over the line. Hanging up the phone, she looks over her shoulder to see Tikki and Ayla gone. Possible doing what she asked them to do, leaving her alone in the house. Scanning the area, she begins to gather things for her rescue mission.
Sabine, who was staring down at her phone with a terrified look, grips the device in her hand tightly. Her chest begins to rise up and down in a quick motion as tears begin to fill her eyes.
"Oh fuck…" Sabine muttered. Gabriel looked at her with worried eyes. To see his old friend scared like this made him realize that today was the start of something horrible. And he knew because he was about to do something that would possibly cause their troubled relationship to spiral into a worse state. Leaning his hand over, he grips it soft. Sabine's eyes move from her device to Gabriel Gabriel's soft blue eyes.
"She's going to learn everything. From her birth to all the fucked up things I have done…Oh god…" Sabine muttered.
"Maybe it was time Sabine, she was going to learn eventually," Gabriel informs her.
(Marinette)
"There!" Marinette shouted to herself as she runs over to the trapdoor that her mother explained to her. Seeing the orange lighted up like this, made her realize, why didn't she seen this door the first time she had snuck out of town? Was this door now brighten up because someone was in there? Or was it purposely turned on because someone knew someone else was going to use it? Whatever the reason for it, Marinette knew she going down a rabbit hole of unknown darkness.
The second the door opened, a foul smell attacked her nose. It was so strong she had to look over to the side and cough a bit. Taking small breaths, she closes her and her mind to the smell. Sticking her hand into her back pocket, she pulls out her cell phone. Turning on her locator, she jumps down the hole into the unknown darkness.
The drop wasn't that deep, shockingly, but the smell had worsened. It was so strong at this point that Marinette could not ignore it. Quickly, she turns on the flashlight on her phone, then nearly faints at the sight before her. Black ash covered skulls everywhere, bones on the ground, and the aura of death filled the room. This was that part of the catacomb you would never see in a tour. This section is that place where you would hide from the tourist so you would get a bad review.
"This is for Adrien…" Marinette though as she walks into the dark unknown. Mostly having the light towards her feet. Her brain kept thinking of zombie movies and the ghost tells she would hear on Halloween. Something that you shouldn't be thinking of at this time, but her brain refused to listen to her. Slowly, she continues to walk down the hall of the unknown, griping to little she had. As she walks down through the hall, she begins to notice some things off. Such as hidden doors with small labels on them.
"Agony?" Marinette asked herself as she passes a door with neon yellow word that spelled the word. Moving her light to another area, she found another door on the other side with the words:
"Lipkin?" She asked herself. Stopping in front of the door, she grabs the yellow knob and pulls the door towards her. Shining the light in the room, her eyes widen at the sight of pictures. One that caught her gaze in a second.
"Emilie?" Marinette asked as she enters the room, closing the door behind her. Her light shines on multiple pictures all around her, revealing things she had never seen. One picture about Emelie got to her. As she walks up closer and closer to the picture, it started to become more clear.
Once up close, she saw the image fully. It was Emelie, Adrien's mother. She holding a baby in her arms and smiling ear to ear. The thing was, that baby didn't look like Adrien, it had blue hair and blue eyes…just like Marinette's.
"What the hell?" Marinette asked. Reaching to the wall, she yanks the photo off the wall to shove it down into her pocket. She then moves her flashlight all around to see various other pictures of people she knew. Most of them were of her though, and Adrien. Multiple pictures of her being carried many people, one of them had a man with black hair and green eyes. He was holding both Marinette and what she assumed was Adrien. Removing the picture from the wall, she looks on the back of it to find words written:
"To my loving best friend's daughter. May everything you have been true and more." Marinette read. Wondering who wrote this and what exactly was going on! Even though Tikki explained some things, she didn't give Marinette the whole story it would seem.
"ARRRRRGH!"
Screams of a man in pain! It was Adrien, Marinette knew it was him! Let's just say their foreplay would spiral out of control sometimes. Anyway, she dropped her book bag to the ground and stuck her hand into the large bag. Pulling out a kitchen knife she collected with her on this rescue mission.
"Okay, just try to not to stab her in something important." Marinette thought as she held the knife by her hip. Slowly, she leaves the room, and her book bag, to follow the noise of Adrien's screaming voice. Holding her phone, she walks over towards a square light closed doorway with the label:
DOLLHOUSE.
"Okay…" Marinette spoke. Reaching over to the knob, she pulls the door slowly open and peaks in. To her horror, the room everyone was talking about was exactly what they were telling her. Dolls, blood, torture tools, and the chair of horrors. But what got her the most, was Adrien
Bound to a chair by his skin. The chair was nailed to the ground, so he couldn't even break free if he wanted too. His blood was seeping down to the floor, creating a small red stain around him except for under the chair. His hair was messy and his skin was pale white. But the thing that got to Marinette was his face.
Cut's over his cheekbones, side of his bottom lip and an X mark around his left eye. Adrien's face looked mutilated! His right eye was half open, showing off the inside of his mutilated socket that once held hid beautiful green eye.
"Adrien…" Marinette whimpered, trying her best not to cry. But her mind couldn't stop the horrible truth standing in front of her. "No…no…you can't be…"
She moans before falling to her knee's. The knife falling to the ground as both of her hands clasped over her face. Her body trembles cries escape her lips as her mind races. Her voice echoed through the catacombs, bouncing off the walls, making her whimpers become louder.
"Adrien…I am so sorry…." She cried. "Your dead…and its all my fault…I am so sorry…"
She cried, not noticing the body in front of her moving its head. Wincing a bit, Adrien's dried crack, semi-covered blood lips opens to say:
"My Lady…" Adrien said weakly, making Marinette snap from her crying phase. Looking up, her tear stained face gasped before standing up. Running over to him, she runs the young man. But by doing that, she pulls his skin that was sewed to the chair. Causing him to scream loudly and straight in her ear. Remembering his situation, she removes herself from his body and gasp.
"Baby, I am so sorry!" Marinette shouted.
"It's okay…" Adrien whimpered. "Just free me, please. This hurt and I pretty sure rust is inside me."
"Right!" Marinette tells him before grabbing the knife from the ground. Cutting the string around his leg, she removes the leather from his skin. Causing him to growl a bit and bite his bottom lip.
"I could so go for a bottle of gin right about now…" Adrien growled as Marinette pulls the leather from his inside. He could actually feel every fiber that was made into this thing ripping past his skin.
"If we make it out of here alive, I would gladly give you a blowjob." Marinette joked. Although Adrien took it literally since his one eye widens in surprise.
"Really!?" He asked in a joking matter. Marinette chuckles along with him. Standing up, she starts at his arms, beginning to cut the leather strings in his arms. As she does this, Adrien couldn't help but look loveling at her. Admiring all her nice features and actions.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Marinette asked.
"I am the luckiest man in the world," Adrien said. "Knowing that I have you in my life, makes everything bad that happens in it amazing. You're my diamond in this shit storm, I now release, that you are my shining light and I love you so much. "
"Uh…" Marinette spoke, she was lost for words at this moment. Almost done freeing Adrien, she was at odds end of what to do at this moment. Should she tell Adrien that they were possibly siblings? Or that her baby died? Or, maybe her mom was Luka, his tormentor. All of these things were currently surrounding her head and she didn't know what to do.
"Really! I prefer to call her a sin like no other!"
A voice spoke, both heads looked at the direction not too far from them. What they saw must have been a classic OH SHIT moment for the both of them. Because here is the killer, with a weapon, and holding a jar with a green eyeball floating in yellow liquid.
Cutting the string that connected Adrien to the chair, Marinette holds the knife firmly in her hand. This made Chloe chuckle at the blue-haired girl's appearance.
"What are you doing?" Chloe chuckling.
"Preparing to cut you a moment if you dare come near us!" Marinette shouted. Adrien started to slowly stand up from his torture chair, growling and moaning from the pain and gushing blood.
"Oh please, you couldn't even lay a punch on me at the bar," Chloe growled.
"Really, I remember stabbing you in the leg," Marinette responded.
"Lucky shot."
"For you, because next stab I do to you, it will be fatal!" Marinette yelled at her.
"Mari…" Adrien moaned as he falls down hard. Creating a loud thumping sound that shook Marinette a bit. Looking to Adrien, she removes her attention from Chloe. Giving the blonde girl a chance to charge at Marinette.
"MARINETTE!"
Adrien screamed, making her look back at Chloe. Sadly, she was caught off guard when the blonde girl tackled her to the ground. Kicks, hair pulling, screaming, scratching of skins. All of it was displayed before Adrien. A mixture of pink, blue and yellow blinded him from his lady to the attacker.
Suddenly, with a YELP, the fighting ended. The colors divided into their separate owners…and a body trembles!
"Oh god…" A voice whimpers. Adrien's eyes widen as Marinette pushes Chloe off her body, rolling her onto her back. The two stare in disbelief at the sight of Chloe having a knife in her stomach. The blonde woman begins to cry at the sight of the knife in her flesh. Blood begins to form in her mouth as she stares at the metal inside her. Looking over to Marinette, she reaches out to the blue haired girl and cries:
"HeLp...AhHahAH...MaRi...HeLp..."
"Oh god…" Marinette muttered. Adrien, on the other hand, was quick to move. Crawling over to Marinette, he wraps his arms around her and begins to whisper words that made her heart beat.
"Just leave her…forget her…she deserves this…its okay…let her die…"
Kikkie:...not going to say anything.
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