Author's Note: Hello, my dear Wastelings. I am back again with season eleven. Who wants to see Allen breaking further madness? I do. Already, we have him breaking down in this first key. The idea just came out of nowhere like the others usually do. I only had the title for this in the beginning. Now, I am going to see how and where we're going to end up this season. Speaking of which, next Wednesday I will have Fallen City's tenth-anniversary piece posted and ready for the world to see. (I finished it last week.) I don't know what will happen next week. We are just going to have to go along with it. For now, enjoy this season's premiere.
Death and All His Friends
Key Zero: Madness:
He used to be so beautiful. Being in this city and this tower has turned him rotten inside and out. His wings had been taken away from him. Scars covered his body. Aizen is eating away at the inside of his body. As for his sanity… Well…
Allen laughed to himself.
Was this what has become of him? He wasn't sure that his mind was his anymore. The collar around his neck made things worse. Road would give him a command and he would have no choice but to obey. Boy, did she have fun with it. And the worst part? He started to enjoy it. That last thought made him shiver.
This isn't me.
Liar!
Arguing with himself didn't go anywhere. Something inside of him was saying that he was this submissive pet to be used by Road for her own pleasure. And use him she did. Just last alone was taxing on his body.
Road grabbed him by the hair. She dragged him out of his cage. The monster dropped him onto his back. Road looked down at him with an icy smirk. Allen looked up at her with hungry eyes. He already knew what was coming next.
"Oh good," she said. "You're finally awake." Allen has no say in this. She's the one in control.
"Get up," Road commanded. Allen pushed himself by his elbows.
"I said get up!" she said. The angel was not sitting up. His body felt so sore. Still, he wasn't the one in control. Aizen had its teeth in his heart and drinking more blood. How was it possible that this creature was finding places to eat so easily? The angel thought that his unwanted tenant would've hollowed him out by now. Curse his healing powers that still remained. Allen looked like a puppet on strings standing up. Road smirked.
"Much better," she said. "Come here." Allen started to walk forward. He didn't speak. Road lifted her chin as she smirked. She reached out her hand. Her fingertips caressed his left cheek. The calm before the storm. His stomach turned in fear and anticipation.
Yes. My mistress. Yes. Yes!
"Kiss me," Road said. The angel leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Felt like home in his fractured mind. His body could fly away and he wouldn't know it. Road kissed him again. Allen's knees went weak. These weren't his feelings. He shouldn't be feeling like this. He should push her away. He should fight back. But instead, Allen surrendered to her again. That's all he can really do.
"Get on the bed," she whispered in his ear. Allen was more than happy to comply. He walked over to the bed and laid down on his back. He doesn't know what she is planning for him. Road walked over and climbed on top. She smirked as she giggled. The monster ran her finger down his cheek. Allen shivered. He can't ask what she is going to do to him. That isn't allowed. He has to just lie there and take it.
Slap!
Allen's right cheek stung. The hunger in his eyes began to spike. All of this abuse became foreplay. His mistress became to smile.
"Be right back."
Where has he heard that one before? What toys is she going to pull out now? Allen shut his eyes.
"Look at me!" Road shouted. The angel snapped open his eyes. Road was huddled over him now. She caressed his cheek.
"Yes," she said. "Put your wrists on the headboard." Her word is law. He cannot defy her. He doesn't want to defy her. Allen smiled as he did so. She pulled out some long rope. She's going to do this again, huh?
Oh yes.
Allen gulped as she tied down his left wrist. It's not a loose knot either. She does it really tight. So tight that his hand goes to sleep. The same thing happens to his right hand. The feet come next. Road looked down at him with a cold look in her eyes. The next words out of her mouth took him to another level of depravity.
"I heard being choked makes it better."
What?
Road threw back her head and laughed. She wrapped the remaining rope around his neck. Allen just laid there. What else can he do? He was just a toy, the plaything. He had to obey. Road tied a good knot around his neck. She started to pull. Allen let out a small gag. His mistress' legs came on either side of him. She caressed his cheek, letting her fingers trail down to his throat.
"So adorable."
Her hand pulled the rope tighter. Allen gasped for breath. It wasn't like he was going to die. But still. Angels can still feel pain. Road basked in that fact as she drew the rope tighter and tighter.
"Try and stay awake," she said. "I won't let you pass out from this." Allen stared at her with big eyes. Was she going to really kill him this time?
No. Then she wouldn't have anything to play with. Besides, it's not like he was going to die. Angels don't really die. They break down. But they don't die. Angels made the perfect toy for the monsters in this Tower.
Road laughed as she remembered this little thought. She pulled the rope tighter. Allen gasped for air. His wrists being tied down wouldn't let him reach for her. It didn't take long for Road to mount him. She down and kissed him on the lips.
Allen gagged as his mistress rode him. Road moaned as she pounded into him. Her little toy gasped for air as the rope drew tighter. He couldn't claw at the rope. The angel started to look blue in the face. He could barely speak.
"You like that, huh?" she asked. The angel stared up at her. A tear ran down his cheek. Allen tried to mouth something at her.
"What?" Road asked.
"Yes!" her pet tried to wheeze out. The rope was pulled in tighter. The monster gave him a little smile.
"Very good," she said. Road pulled the rope around his neck as tightly as she could. Stars started to fill Allen's eyes as objects began swimming in his vision.
Everything went black within seconds. Road loosened the rope and smacked him away.
"Oi! Wake up! Oi! Oi!" she shouted. She smacked him awake. The angel's eyes fluttered open as he took in a breath. He looked up to see Road frowning at him.
"Don't pass out on me so easily!" she said. "You'll ruin the mood." Allen said nothing. He just stared at her. The angel already knew what was coming next. Road grabbed him by the cheeks.
"Stay with me, got it?" she asked.
"Yes," the angel managed to croak out. This wasn't him in control anymore. The pleasure of being close to losing his life excited him. Road literally had his life in her grey hands. She could choke him out while they were fucking. But what could he do? He was not the one in control. If Road gave him an order, he had no choice but to follow it. She was going to play god with his life as she fucked him.
"Heh," his mistress said. Road tightened the rope around Allen's neck and started to pound on him again. This went on in shifts. Allen lost count of how many times he blacked out. Road wouldn't let him stay unconscious. It wasn't fun that way. No, no. She wanted him awake through all of this. The bruises on his neck would look so beautiful in the morning.
By the final climax of the night, Road collapsed on top of him, panting. Allen had an empty look in his eyes. But he wasn't dead. He's an angel after all. Allen couldn't die if he wanted to. Road kissed him on the forehead.
"You were so good," she said. The monster unwrapped the rope from his neck. But she left him tied to the bed. Road got dressed and walked out of the room.
"I will be right back," she said. And then she was gone. He had no idea when she was going to come back. The angel stared up at the ceiling. A little bit of drool ran down the side of his mouth. There wasn't anybody home. He looked like a bruised and battered shell tied down to his mistress' bed. The worst part? Allen wanted more.
Now, look at him. He's been broken again. Road stuffed Allen back into his cage. Lately, he found himself back in that cage more often. She seemed to be distracted by something. There have been whispers around the Tower. They were enough to snap back in some little fragments of Allen. But it's not going to hold. Still, he wasn't completely gone. Mere rumors weren't enough to bring him back.
It was going to take something bigger to wake him up. Something more drastic. Good thing that might be coming closer than anyone could see coming.
It would only take a few days.
