A/N: This chapter has been a little slow coming to me…because of the fact I lost motivation for it twice…once on the first page..and once on the second page. But once I got past all the boring parts…then I could really write. I was also kind of sick during the boring parts…so I was unmotivated. I mean, if you're sick and you want to sleep, how annoying is it to write about someone else sleeping? It just makes you jealous. I really do hope I'm keeping my murderer in his ruthless character…just got done with the first chapter of Virtual Reality…which made him the uber fluffy nice guy…so sweet you'd get sick…so it was difficult coming back to this…completely opposite personalities…but anyway, the chapter is done and I'm so proud!
Disclaimer: If I truly owned Star Ocean, it would probably be a mature game with lots of sexual content. XD But luckily, I don't own it so the lovely little preteen girls can enjoy Albel's awesomeness too.
There was very little for Fayt to do except sleep. He drifted in and out of consciousness for most of Thursday, only faintly aware of the door opening and closing as his captor went out in search of more victims. His limbs felt numb from having his circulation cut off for so long. He was only untied to eat and walk out to the outhouse.
Fayt was resigned to his fate. He was tired and weak and no longer had the energy to struggle. He lay there listlessly, strangely exhausted after a day of doing absolutely nothing. The killer settled into the overstuffed couch and watched Fayt silently, as if waiting for something to happen. Fayt did not seem aware of his presence and the killer soon went back to his more rewarding pastimes. Fayt did not protest when he heard the inevitable tortured screams from the basement. He closed his eyes tired and turned his face to the wall, trying to ignore it.
Fayt woke up early Friday morning, startled awake by the killer's mouth over his. He clamped his teeth together tightly to keep from screaming but he couldn't keep himself from hyperventilating.
The killer eventually drew back and smirked at Fayt. "Have a good night, love?"
Fayt scowled. He was once again alert and completely aware of the situation. He couldn't escape back into sleep. "Bastard," he muttered.
"Not very nice, considering what I'm about to give you," the killer murmured. "Now, for your present." With a kitchen knife, he cut through the ropes on Fayt's left hand and foot so he could easily roll to the right. Fayt scooted to the right and rubbed circulation back into his hand.
The murdered placed a muffin into Fayt's hand and pushed him to the right so his face was a few inches from the wall. The wall was now completely plastered with photos of Fayt: naked, half-naked, covered with blood, covered with fluid, smeared with dark make-up, dressed in black or in blood red.
Fayt stiffened. "What the hell? There's no way I could have slept the long. What did you do to me?"
The killer smirked. "Yes, you slept quite nicely with all that cocaine running through your veins."
Fayt glared at him. "I hate you."
The killer rolled his eyes. "Stupid. Of course I wouldn't give you cocaine. That would keep you awake."
Fayt raised an eyebrow. "And you have experience with that?"
The killer stared at Fayt, his eyes haunted and red-rimmed from lack of sleep. "Yes, I know all about it."
Fayt shuddered and looked away. His reaction was met with a low chuckle as the killer settled onto the bed next to Fayt. "Poor Fayt," he whispered in Fayt's ear, followed by sinking his teeth into Fayt's earlobe. "Poor Fayt,' he repeated. "So naïve, so innocent. You know nothing."
Fayt winced and put a hand to his wounded ear. "I know nothing?" he asked irritably. "Alright. I don't know a thing about you except that you're absolutely insane. You don't even wear a mask. Don't you worry that someone will see you and turn you in?"
The killer shrugged carelessly. "They'll all be dead eventually. Nothing to worry about."
"What about me?" Fayt dreaded the answer.
"well, you aren't going anywhere. You're as good as dead. You're mine, love. My captive, mine to do with as I wish."
Fayt jerked away as the killer suddenly twisted the knife into his jacket. Fayt had barely escaped with his skin intact. He heard the cloth rip in a jagged line. The killer smiled sadistically as he raised the knife again.
Fayt yelped and yanked at the restraints, trying to get free. The rope was badly chafing his wrists, biting into the skin. Fayt ignored the pain, desperate enough to be willing to do anything to get away.
The killer's eyes were riveted to Fayt. They slowly widened and the hand unclenched, letting the knife fall to the ground with a clatter. He crawled onto Fayt and intertwined his fingers with the fingers of Fayt's free hand. Fayt kicked at him and tried to pull away, but the killer shifted to pin Fayt down with the weight of his body.
He smirked at Fayt, felt the boy trembling beneath him. He held Fayt's arm down with his elbow and slipped two delicate fingers under the rope and slowly tugged it a few inches further down Fayt's arm.
He smiled tenderly and gently touched the skin rubbed raw by the ropes. Fayt flinched and looked at the killer fearfully. The killer continued to smile serenely and rubbed a finder across the broken and bleeding skin, smearing the ribbon of blood down Fayt's arm.
"Beautiful," he murmured, leaning over Fayt's face to watch the terror grow in his captive's eyes. Fayt was like a frightened deer caught in the headlights. His whole body shook with a fear the murderer could almost taste as he stated at his captor, with wide, fearful eyes. He was petrified. He couldn't move, couldn't run, even if he wanted to.
The killer untied Fayt's arm, knowing Fayt was helpless to do anything. He lifted Fayt's arm with his hand delicately encircling Fayt's wrist and draped the arm across the boy's chest. Fayt was forced to watch, unable to look away as the killer lowered his mouth to Fayt's arms and lapped up the blood.
Fayt whimpered and feebly tried to push him away. The killer shifted and propped himself up on Fayt's chest. Fayt winced and let out a small groan of pain as the killer's elbows dug into his stomach.
The killer smiled, baring teeth slightly stained with blood. He licked his lips seductively. "I thank you, Fayt. Your blood tastes extremely sweet. But I shouldn't have all the fun."
Fayt drew in a sharp breath as the killer began to kiss him, tightening his grip on Fayt's shoulders. He gently nibbled on Fayt's lips and then bit down hard, drawing blood. Fayt yelped. The killer swiped his tongue into the blood and then plunged it into Fayt's mouth.
Fayt stiffened as he tasted the coppery tang of his own blood. The killer repeated the action again and again, generously covering the entire inside of Fayt's mouth.
Fayt made a mournful sound as he stared up at his captor with sad eyes. He was beyond all horror now.
The killer smiled. "Good. You've finally learned your lesson, finally learned to be submissive. You belong to me. You make such a good pet, Fayt." He leaned forward and gently nipped at Fayt's collarbone.
Fayt sighed. 'That's not fair," he whispered. 'You can't call me by name like you know me."
The killer cocked his head to one side. "But I know you, Fayt. You and I are on very familiar terms." To prove his point, he drew his tongue along the inside of Fayt's ear.
Fayt shuddered and scowled. "Bastard. I don't want anything to do with you."
The killer smirked. "My name is not 'bastard'. I'll help you out." He leaned forward to whisper in Fayt's ear. "My name is Albel Nox. You better remember it because you'll be screaming it tomorrow."
Albel laughed as Fayt tensed. "You're so predictable, Fayt. I love watching you squirm."
Fayt glared at him. "I'm not some toy for you to mess with.'
Albel smirked. "Oh yes you are. You'll realize soon enough." He patted Fayt on the head. "Now be a good boy while I go out and find some friends to play with. But don't worry, this time I'll have all the fun."
Fayt glowered at him, trying to ignore Albel's smug smile. "Have fun with yourself while I'm gone," Albel tossed over his shoulder as he went out the door."
"Yeah right," Fayt muttered under his breath. "Psycho. He's just a fucking psycho. Grr, this is stupid."
Fayt leaned down and untied his foot. Finally he was free. The first thing he planned to do was clean up his lip. He tentatively reached up with his tongue to check if it was still bleeding. In his mind's eye he could see Albel's face and feel Albel's tongue against his mouth again.
Fayt turned pink. 'Damn it. He's still here, even after he's gone."