PRESSURE

The night continued on.

Alone, with this peculiar creature, you begin to feel uneasy.

He seemed so sweet, so innocent before, but you're beginning to doubt…

You weren't sure how to respond. Really in such a situation what could you do? You didn't have it in you to flee. Even so where to would you go? Would you go to your captor's room? Of course not. It was a wonder he hadn't arrived by now. Surely you were a mere toy to him, but even so, isn't this defying his 'master plan?' Such thoughts ran through your mind as you eyed the young vampire before you. He'd been focusing on the same spot for a while now, making the silence grow unbearable. Your thoughts provided you at least some escape from such.

Azusa hummed for a bit as carefully looked over that particular cut. You sighed and remained as you were. What on earth could be so intriguing about your wounds? Even so, what made this one so special? You shook your head and looked away a moment. You soon grew tired watching him to something so baffling.

Using his finger, he traced the long scar you had upon your arm. He'd been muttering things to himself as took it all in. Beautiful, all of it was so perfect to him. This one had a story to tell. It wasn't like the others. This one had been there for a long time. He could tell. Curiosity overtook him and this is what threw him into a daze. His mind drifted through all the possible ways this might have appeared. All seemed like a wonderful cause to him. Smiling to himself, he decided upon making this one his favourite. Out of nowhere he began to laugh to himself. You shot him a dirty look.

"What?" you said, eyes narrowed.

Azusa looked up a moment. Still smiling he murmured, "I was...just thinking…."

His head soon lowered to continue studying the wound. "How lucky...you are."

You stared at him in disbelief. What the hell was he talking about? You could see absolutely nothing that you could remotely refer to as 'fortunate.' None of what you'd been put through you would ever call such. Soon you felt a fire stir within you. You clenched your fist. You began to shake. This time it wasn't due to fear.

You had enough of this.

You attempted to jerk your arm free but he'd merely gripped your arm tighter. Gritting your teeth, you shot him a fierce look. Azusa's eyes widened once he'd finally got a good look at your countenance. However, his hold on you remained firm.

"Ah...sorry..." Azusa said, looking away a moment.

Completely changing the subject, he soon spoke up again.

"This...needs to be...disinfected right?"

Still flustered you merely nodded in reply. Azusa small smile grew as he now looked up to you. He gently began to stroke your arm with his thumb. You glanced at your arm a moment, before returning his gaze. The sudden change took you aback. He appeared to show a more caring sort of interest now. You allowed yourself to relax a bit. Looks like he'd finally snapped out of his strange delusion…

"Okay...let's disinfect it…"

He brought your arm to his lips. Puzzled, you stared back down at him. What is he doing? Does he even know to do this? To think he'd be so naive to not know what disinfectant is-

You shuddered as you felt his tongue trace your wounds their full length up your arm. You were frozen in place. You just were too stunned to respond. Looking down at him, you had a sudden thought. Such logic reminded you of a stray, licking its wounds in a feeble attempt to heal it. Once more he repeated this action, slowly this time. Azusa murmured something into your skin but it was unintelligible to you. All you could do was stare down at him.

The light pinch of his fangs was felt upon your skin. In a flash you retaliated, fueled by pure adrenaline. You slammed him in the head with your fist, successfully causing him to release you. He let out a small gasp in surprise. For a while he sat there, holding his head. You regretted nothing. In fact, you applauded yourself for holding onto your resolve to fight back. You held your fist at ready in case he'd try anything else. He did it. He actually did it. He proved himself to just like the rest of them.

Azusa whimpered a bit before a wide grin grew upon his face.

"Ah...good…" He whined; breathing growing ragged. He looked up to you, eyes glazed over completely.

Absurdity upon absurdity. You really had no clue how to respond to such a reaction. You'd never seen anything like this before. How are you supposed to react to this? You found yourself holding your gaze upon him, eyes wide in disbelief.

Azusa took your reaction as denial. Soon he grew desperate. The pain began to cloud his mind. In this moment, all he knew was that he wanted more. He wanted his princess to hurt him more.

"Hey...do it again...please." Azusa began to crawl back to you. You backed away in response, soon hitting the back of the bed.

"Come on...it's alright..isn't it?"

He continued to plead as he closed the distance between you two.

He took a hold of your arm again in hopes to repeat your action. Instantly you snapped out of your daze. You tried to rip your arm from his grasp but he soon to cling yet again. His grip now soon grew painful. With little hesitation, you whacked him in the head just as before. This time the blow only caused him to wince.

"Come on...harder...you can do it harder...can't you?"

Azusa said, breath still heavy. He gripped your arm even tighter.

Out of pure frustration, you took another swing at him, this time attempting to push him off by force; applying an immense amount of pressure on his head. He remained firm, causing your arm to shake. Azusa whimpered, gritting his teeth from the throbbing pain in his head.

Soon he grew dissatisfied. Azusa continued to provoke you, leaning forward to apply even more pressure onto your arm. You yelled out in pain. You had no idea what had gotten into him. Whatever it was you hardly cared at this point. You just wanted him to stop.

You did your best to push him back, but he'd soon overpowered you. The sudden realization frightened you; he hadn't been exerting his true strength until now. To think that he'd been going easy on you this whole time. Soon enough, he'd managed to pin you down, causing you further excruciating pain. Frantically you attempted to struggle free but he'd held you to the bed by your arms. He remained unrelenting with his powerful grip.

As he watched you struggle, the pain evident upon your face, he smiled down at you. It's intent was not to mock, but was of genuine affection. This frightened you. So much so that you momentarily ceased your struggle. You took a moment to look up at the one who now became your aggressor. It all sank in. This boy truly may be far more twisted than even your captor and Laito combined.

Diabolik Lovers, the setting nor characters belong to me. I'm simply crafting a story based upon such.

Nor do I own the title, I have MEJIBRAY to thank for that.