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Chapter 3

Obsession

His screaming was intoxicating me. I was literally getting high off of his shrieks. His thrashing about, however, was sort of irritating me. My shadow play seemed to have worn off. Either that or his will power was much stronger than I thought it to be. I secretly hoped it was the former. Fiery toys are fun to play with.

I sliced through the pale flesh of his abdomen once more before consuming it all up just as fast as it was pouring out. He started shaking and let out a small sob. I leaned up to grin down at my prey, and I smirked at his pathetic state.

The Hero of Time was lying beneath me, his purple-tinted lips spread apart as his chest heaved for more air. The top of his tunic was cut to shreds; thanks to a pretty little dagger I had found in one of his many pockets. His belt, gauntlets and the nasty little thing that held his sword upon his back were in no better condition than his tunic. The white shirt that was beneath the blue cloth was, like the other matter that had been upon his torso, torn apart and lying about us in little ripped pieces.

His hair was still wet and clung to his pretty face, which was only accented even more by how pale it was. His arms were tied together by a cloth above his head, though it was probably pointless to tie them up in the first place. He was, after all, paralyzed by my sword. I had moved him just moments before off of the island and into the water. He fussed and kicked and screamed before I threw him into the water. I quickly stabbed my sword back into the head of his shadow, leaving the Master Sword protruding from the dark soil of the small island. I didn't want to stay on the island any longer, for it was at too much of a tilt, and it irritated me. Besides, water was always fun to watch get cloudy with blood.

But let's get back on track. We can't forget the most beautiful factor upon his gorgeous body at the moment: the crimson rivers flowing down the sides of his stomach. The liquid seeped and blended into the water, giving it a hazy and melancholy look.

I giggled for no apparent reason as I bent down and snuggled up to his neck. His breath hitched and he let out a soft moan from the pain this caused to his wounded belly. I let my arms hand limply at my sides as I grabbed a piece of my pet's hair with my mouth and proceeded to chew on it. A small amount of water entered my mouth, but I paid no heed to it.

Simply being this close to my pet made me feel content, like we were two halves to a whole. I can't believe Meanie-Head ordered me to kill him. No, no. Let's not think of Meanie-Head. Only happy thoughts, like my pet or the squished orb. Or the intentions I plan to do to my pet.

I giggled at the thought.

"You…psychopath…" The Hero rasped out. I merely giggled again and said a "thank you" in reply.

"I could very well fall asleep right here, how 'bout you?" I asked him.

He gave no answer. I decided to change the subject to something that really interested me.

"…What's it like outside?"

"What?"

"What's it like outside?" I repeated.

"…What do you mean?"

"OUTSIDE. You know, outside of this temple, and most certainly out of your mind."

"…What…do you want to know that for?"

It was my turn to stay silent as I thought of an answer.

"Because…Meanie-Head won't let me go outside…" I whispered, discarding the lock of blonde hair from my mouth.

After I didn't get an answer I leaned back up to look down at him once again. His pretty blue eyes stared up at me as I stared down at him, and a mutual silence settled upon us until I let out a small giggle. "The door, the door…" I whispered.

I pulled up that dagger that I had laid by my side and leaned forward. A freakish grin decorated my face as I stabbed down. A loud screech echoed across the walls. Let's just say his hands weren't going anywhere, even if the rope broke or my shadow play wore off.

And, in truth, I really don't know why I did that.

He just kept screaming and screaming, and I was starting to have a little high moment once more. I began licking and kissing down his chest as his screams slowly subsided into groans from the pain in his hands. I'm sure that even the slightest movement of his fingers caused him agony.

After each kiss I had given to his chest, a scratch followed it. Each and every one of those scratches bled, but the pain was far from being compared to his hands.

I seized a look at my pet's eyes and noticed they were glazed over and nasty little tears fell from them. Small, almost inaudible moans escaped his throat, and all I could do was smile at his pain.

I kissed his navel as I started dragging down what was left of his tunic. This, for reasons unknown, got his attention.

"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked in a weak, breathless tone.

"Why, Pet. Don't you know? I'm gonna fuck you." I stated innocently.

His eyes widened considerably as he started to thrash about once more, as if ignoring all the pain this caused his profusely bleeding hands. He started kicking and repeated "No, no, no!" over and over again. If I were paying attention, I would have noticed my sword shaking its way out of my pet's shadow.

However, I wasn't paying attention, and before I knew it, I was on the ground and my pet was running towards the locked door, leaving behind the Master Sword, and bloody mess, and a shocked me. Somehow the little dagger got left behind as well. I licked my lips as I stood up and watched my pet limp away, his bleeding hands reaching out for the door in a futile attempt to get out.

I grinned madly as I dashed after him. I tackled him to the ground and felt him writhe and squirm beneath me as he tried to get away. I bit down on the skin of his back until it bled, and I proceeded to rip off the rest of his tunic (that still existed, anyway). He screamed and kept thrashing about, his bleeding hands still held out in front of him.

Once the bottom half of his tunic and his tights were gone, and I was met with a pale, bare ass. "Lovely," I whispered. I smiled as I gave it a whack, and giggled when he flinched at the contact. He then ensued to thrash about in one last attempt to get away from me. It was no use, however. He was simply too weak. I wasn't even restraining him, and he couldn't even crawl away! Pity. I bet if he tried harder he could move; he did, after all, just get up and run away from me. Perhaps his will was really weak, like I first thought it was. Well, that was kind of disappointing. I was looking forward to more of a fight. All the action had made me hornified.

Ah, well. I guess I need to fix that, huh?

I smiled as I lowered the front of my own dark gray tights and grabbed around his hips. He stopped moving and fell silent when he felt me against him. He panted, waiting in horror and disbelief. I grinned insanely as I thrust forward, and loud shrieks of pain once again echoed the walls.

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He just lay there. He didn't move, he didn't cry, hell he barely even breathed. I was left, once again, bored out of my mind. He didn't scream anymore, he didn't cry, he didn't moan, he didn't fight back or acknowledge my presence.

I've no idea how much time has passed, but I remember a small little voice in the back of my head stating, I quote, "Humans need food in order to survive".

The problem? There isn't any food in this room.

I tried asking him if he needed food or was hungry, but all I got in answer was a series of breaths.

I often found myself doing what I used to do: lounging around, being bored, and waiting. Except this time I was waiting for something to happen with my toy. His bleeding had stopped, but that was about it.

I had to face it, my toy was broken.

I waited and waited, and nothing happened. I had drug him over to the tiny island in the center of the room and braided his hair or separated his eyelashes or cut him just to taste his blood. Every now and again I would once more take him as mine, but it's not satisfactory anymore. He doesn't react in any way whatsoever.

I'm currently braiding his hair, and I can't get over how beautiful it is. The last braid was in place, and I started to undo them all so I could redo them over again when a dark, black cloud appeared in front of him and me. I stared as a tall, darkly clothed man stepped out. His cape billowed behind him as his red hair settled back down. His piercing gaze met mine and I giggled at the stern look he gave me. I was the first to speak.

"Hello Meanie-Head."

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Well I'll be damned. "Meanie-Head" makes his appearance XD

Sorry about the cheap rape, I didn't want to really go into detail. I don't think I'm good at writing lemons, anyway.

Guess what? I drew a pretty picture to go with the pretty story! There's a lot of mistakes on it, though, heh. There's a link to it in my profile since it wouldn't come up here TT

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