before ya read this. There is non-con(?) as I was warned by my girlfriend...

not sure exactly what that means but yeah...

they more ya know

Alfred swallowed thickly around the knot in his throat, looking around the dimly lit room, his eyes wide in fear. He could feel his face flushed, the heat practically radiating from his face. His breath came out in short pants. Alfred could see his breaths, realizing the room itself was colder than he felt, which explained the slight chill and goose bumps on his arms.

"Nice to see you're finally up and about, bird~" The voice purred, a blurred figure coming closer to the vined black metal of the cage. Alfred could make out light, pale blonde hair, as well as extremely milky pale skin. Oliver.

Alfred gasped out in fear, scrambling away from the edge of the cage, over the darker metal bottom of the cold metal cage. His skin felt overly warm against the chilling cold of the metal, causing him to tremble in a mixture of fear and the underlying pleasure he felt from the cool touch of the metal against his flushed skin.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Alfred questioned, noting that his voice was much shakier and a bit more… husky that he thought it usually was. Oliver chuckled, trailing his fingers along the cage walls as he walked around his, keeping his predator-dark gaze on the American.

Alfred felt a chill run down his spine when his sapphire blue gaze met that of the demon, and he visibly shuddered. Oliver smirked slightly, keeping his eyes locked onto Alfred's.

The foreign, pulling feeling swept over Alfred again, and he could vaguely feel himself moving closer to Oliver, over the feeling that somewhere he knew that the demon could get rid of the feeling, the pull and unwanted pleasure that the touch of every object seemed to bring a shiver down the teen's spine.

The demon opened a small door in the side of the cage, gesturing for Alfred to come closer. Despite his mind's begging pleas to get farther away, he went to the pale man, wrapping his arms around Oliver's neck and pressing his lips against the others needily.

Oliver returned the kiss, instantly slipping his tongue into the flushed American's mouth, and kissing him hungrily. Alfred's mind just barely registered the hand that wrapped around his waist possessively. He made a small noise in the back of his throat. Alfred ran his fingers up into Oliver's hair, running his fingers through it and tugging on it.

Oliver pulled back after a moment, lifting Alfred up into his arms. He leaned in and bit the American's neck, sending another shiver up his spine and causing a small moan to fall from his lips. He pushed against Oliver's shoulder's weakly, Attempting to pull his head away. " n-no... Stop..."

Oliver growled slightly, his eyes and tone darkening in that single moment. " You were being so cooperative," he purred, the tone sending a chill up Alfred's spine, one of fear, " You should just stay with that attitude, or I'll have to get rough."

Alfred froze, feeling tears come to his eyes. " Stop it." He whispered, pushing a bit harder against Oliver's shoulders, a hand slipping down to push at his chest. " I don't love you," he mumbled quietly, " You aren't Arthur."

Alfred suddenly felt his throat squeezed, and the air he needed refused to go to his lungs. He struggled, pulling at the pale hand wrapped around his throat. "You think I care that I'm not that stupid Angel?!" Oliver roared, glaring down at Alfred. His grip on Alfred's throat tightened, and the blonde gasped out, tilting his head back and struggling to get in a breath.

Oliver loosened his grip, just enough to allow Alfred to breathe, but kept it tight enough there was still a pressure on the American's windpipe. " Are you going to behave now?" the demon questioned, leaning in close to Alfred's face.

Alfred glared at Oliver, taking in the much needed breaths that eased the ache in his lungs. "Never." He growled slightly, preparing himself for the tightening on his throat. There was none.

Oliver seemed to pull away from him completely, and Alfred believed he had left the room completely until he felt a searing pain in his right shoulder. He gasped out in pain, looking at the appendage.

Three long, red claw marks tainted his skin, looking almost like burn marks. The tears flowed from Alfred's eyes at the pain, and after a moment Alfred was forced onto his stomach, and his hands were bound behind him with rope.

He yelled out for help, hoping that... truly anyone would hear him. Alfred's face was slammed against the cold rock ground, and he could feel blood well up from a scratch on his cheek. He whimpered, feeling Oliver touching his behind, which was currently up in the air, if Alfred's sense of direction was correct at the moment.

Alfred let the tears flow freely, even if it wouldn't have been considered hero-like. He didn't care anymore.

Everything felt dark, and Alfred knew when Oliver finally got to the part where the demon would be enjoying himself, even if Alfred himself was dying slowly on the inside.

He simply cried, screaming out for help until he was gagged, although still whimpering when he was muted.

There was nothing but darkness in the cold Hell, and Alfred began to winder if he'd ever see the light again.

Or if Arthur would ever find him.

Oliver put Alfred back in the cage once he was done with him, unbinding him and leaving the room, after making sure the cage door was closed and locked.

Alfred curled up in the corner, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. He rested his forehead on his knees and cried, his sobs echoing in the now-empty cavern.

He felt nothing, except for an empty, cold despair.

His bright, sun-filled personality had been wounded by a dark shadow.