I'm feeling a bit of a block when it comes to my other story "Sleeping Under Ashes"

So, another chapter for this.

Enjoy my psychotic-ness.

Desecration

His thoughts made loops, repeating questions within himself that he could not answer. He was anxious; dread sat beneath his belly which caused him to rub the afflicted area. What would Dark do? What would he say? What was going to happen? As much as he tried to toss his thoughts aside, they only lingered and teased him. He jumped at the sound of his name. Link was greeted with a hearty slap on the back.

"I take it you were successful?" Cagney flashed that grossly, charming smile. "I would expect no less from you, hero."

"Yeah…" Link eyed him warily. "About that…"

"You did kill Grog," he suddenly glowered. "Didn't you?"

"I… o-of course, I did," the blonde winced at the sudden drop in his tone. "… But… something happened…"

"What?" his eyes narrowed as he slowly approached Link, backing him against the wall.

"I… uh… I knew him, Grog, that is. And he… uh, s-sort of, may have…" Link bit his lip as those crimson eyes buried daggers into his body. "He might have… called for backup, maybe, I'm not really sure."

"This was supposed to be a swift operation; in and out," the detective pressed him against the wall, his voice slick with venom. "And you let him call for back up?"

"N-no, it's just I… I knew him and it caught me off guard, he knew me," Link fumbled with his words. "He attacked me and I did kill him but it all happened so quickly! I tried to stop him and-"

Dark gripped the hero's cheeks; he squeezed tight, causing Link much discomfort. His eyes held a steady gaze as he forced the blonde to face him. Link couldn't read his expression, his heart pounded out of his chest. It was almost as if he were calculating something. Link never realized how cold the detective's hands were. Cagney sighed; he stepped away from Link, surprising him as he let go of his face.

"Tell me what happened," he scowled. "All of it; I don't want you to leave out a damn thing."

Link nodded hastily and proceeded to tell him the entire event. He couldn't help but notice those clenched fists that tightened with every word; how he trembled at the end, those pools that burned him like fire, and how his knuckles went flying towards him. It seared his thoughts as he slid down the wall and sat absent mindedly, staring at the path leading to the Romani Ranch. Link could feel the welt growing on his cheek, it stung but he had experienced worse. The hero went to reach for his tenderized flesh but was brought to his feet with the swift grip of his collar. He closed his eyes and expected another blow but only felt soft lips press against his own.

"I'm sorry," Dark ran his fingers through his hair. "We all have our… faults but your error in judgment was beyond, for the lack of a better word, stupid... I have to teach you some more, don't I?"

"I…" Link was beyond confused as he stared into his crimson orbs, they held such affection. If he hadn't seen it for himself, he wouldn't have ever known such wrath could grace those eyes. He held his breath as they momentarily narrowed again.

"Don't apologize for your actions," he smiled. "I'm partially to blame; apparently, my research was insufficient…" He heaved a sigh and frowned. "My original plans for you have to remain on hold. They'll be after us now, I'll give it a few weeks' time, and… we must be on our guard. In the meantime, I have to train you."

"… Train me?" Link's expression lined with panic. "Who's coming? What're you talking about?"

Dark smacked the blonde and kissed him right after, "Do not fret, love, do not question me!" He took hold of his locks and gripped them tightly, lifting the blonde's head as he whimpered. "I have to train you to hold your tongue. Clearly, you're terrible at it. If they ever catch you, I require you to keep your mouth shut; no matter the price."

The trepidation rose within him as he began to struggle but his endeavor was useless. The detective was stronger and held him tightly in his vulnerable state. Cagney kissed his collarbone and lazily traced his fingers along the hero's neck. He lightly held his throat and slowly began to squeeze. Like a caged animal, Link began to kick wildly as he fought for air. Dark only smiled and whispered sweet nothings as the hero was on the verge of blacking out.

"Your training begins tonight."

…

Link awoke to nothing. The entire room was pitch black. He groaned; his throat was dry and his body ached. Where the hell am I? The blonde tried to get up but had found he was bound to a chair of sorts. What's going on? Link tried to lean back but his head hit something metallic, causing him to mutter in pain. How long have I been here? He sat in pure silence for what felt like hours. His thoughts raced as he tried to figure out where he was. He suddenly heard the estranged howl of wolfos. Am… am I outside? He looked up and saw no moon or stars. It couldn't be… He heard the tap of claws steadily near him.

"I'm going to die here, aren't I?"

"Not necessarily," lights lit up the room, it was colorful and vibrant. "But, you will undergo some immense suffering."

His vision burned; he must've been in the darkness for too long. Link watched as two wolfos, one gray and black while the other was white, approached him. He felt like he was hallucinating and began to sweat as fear filled him. Behind them was the detective, who casually strolled over to the hero after having walked up the stairs with a bottle full of paper. The blonde gripped the edges of his chair, nervous as the large creatures, which he had slaughtered so many times before, passed him without so much as a glance. They sat idly in a corner of the room. Link looked up to see a giant telescope was just above his head and constellations lined screen panels all over the ceiling and wall. Cagney briefly tousled the hero's hair and flashed that charming smile.

"Do you like it?" he gestured to the rainbow colored room. "This is an Astral Observatory, my hideout. It's here that no one may hear us and I can keep a steady look out for anyone that may enter or leave town… and that's Lon and Anya."

Link looked incredulously at the two wolfos who yawned, ears perked at the mention of their names, "You keep wolfos as pets?"

"No," he scoffed. "They're my companions."

"… I… alright," Link furrowed his brows, beyond confused. "Why am I tied to this chair?"

"What did I say about asking questions?" he dragged over a tray full of suspicious looking tools with a bucket of water and towel. "I told you, hero, your training begins tonight." He opened the bottle he had brought and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "I want you to read this to yourself, if you tell me what it says at any point during our… training session, then we'll just have to start again. I hope you're a quick learner." The detective made the blonde read the note and then crumpled it and shoved it into his pocket. "Our training will go beyond this tray, I have a lot planned for you, love." Link eyed him warily as he picked up a scalpel blade. "And don't worry, we have an abundance of red potion."

Link became filled with terror as the blade neared him but was immediately relieved as he tossed the offending object back into the tray. The hero could only watch in abject horror as he, instead, reached for the bucket and towel. Cagney called for Anya, the white wolfos, as he adjusted the chair and forced Link to lay down and stare at the ceiling. Panic filled him once more as he pulled wildly at his restraints; he couldn't move. The beast held a towel over his face with its monstrous paws.

"Remember, hero," Dark lovingly stroked his chest, feeling the blonde hyperventilate. "This is for your own good."

I'm not going to be descriptive with the torture because I did rate this T for teens. So… I'll leave it all to your wild imaginations.

R&R if you like :P