I seem to specialize in victimized!Dark... It's very much fun...
You can thank Soie de Argent for the title, but me for the story. And, yes. I know. I'm evil. Have fun, kiddies...
Chained in the Dreaming
He dreamed…
Fingers twitching, body convulsing in unconscious reflex, he dreamed, facing off against endless squadrons of guards and police officers, always victorious. Slipping past illusory traps, a tiny smirk grew on his lips; even in his dreams, no one could capture him.
Except…
In the dream, his smirk disappeared, just as the familiar surroundings of a darkened museum, full of rare and valuable artifacts disappeared. A pair of glistening wings suddenly wrapped around him, burning him as soft feathers caressed his skin.
Except…His dream had become a nightmare…
Long, powerful hands dug into his hair, forcing his head up, and lips harsh with a cold promise kissed him, making him cry out in denial. Heartless golden eyes looked down on him, punishing him if he did wrong.
In his dream, he screamed…
He felt the young boy, his host, die, leaving him alone, soon to follow. But that was not to be. Merciless hands, merciless eyes drew him back from the welcoming darkness, destroying any hope he had of freedom.
Inside his dream, he cried…
The golden eyed demon was breaking him, had broken him. The salty sweet taste of blood and tears, sweat and cum mingled on his tongue, making him choke on desperate cries.
In his nightmare, he begged…
He begged for release, for freedom from the golden eyed demon he was forced to call Master. He begged, brokenly, for death. But every time he begged, his golden eyed Master just laughed, cold eyes glinting, and continued punishing, petting, raping his captive, broken thief.
When he finally awoke from his dream, he realized…It was a dream no longer; it was his reality…
FIN