A/N: Lots of dark stuff in here. Not exactly BDSM but consent is still given. Read with caution if you are squeamish.

Song choice: Desire by Meg Myers. This song... I love it much. It's sexy as hell.

For readers on Wattpad: Check out the artwork of NNY. *Heavy Panting." I did not think he could ever look sexy. I mean, I always kind of had a crush on him, since I love a tortured anti-hero, but that image... it fits this chapter. The original artist is pragmaticinsanity on Tumblr.

Jenny's heart banged against her chest as NNY rushed her through the basement of his house. She smiled, looking down over his shoulder. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

He answered with a high-pitched laugh. "You've no idea, Jenny. From the day I met you, I've wanted to chain you up and torture you in the most horrible ways imaginable... yet I denied it all..."

Her heart beat faster as the implications of his words sunk in. "But... I was a shy little mouse back then. How were you to know that I liked such things?"

He shrugged his shoulder, making her rise with the motion. "Just an inkling, I guess. Quiet people always surprise you. Look at me. I seem unassuming at first, but I'm a raving lunatic deep down."

A shiver coursed down Jenny's spine at the reminder. She closed her eyes, blowing out a shallow breath. "Oh, I know... You're completely unhinged, NNY... like some wild fucking animal..."

NNY skidded to a halt, pulling her down from his shoulder. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he dropped her by his feet. "Did you just... cuss?"

She smirked, and his manic eyes tracked the movement of her lips. "I did. What are you going to do about it?"

NNY gasped for air, digging his nails into the flesh of her arms. "S-say it again..." he rasped, his pupils narrowing into points inside his dark irises.

Jenny's smirk stretched as the dirty word slipped from her mouth. "Fuck?"

NNY's breath hitched, and then a series of expressions flashed across his face. His body trembled. Then foam leaked from his mouth.

Jenny knew in her mind that she should be frightened of him, yet she wasn't. She was going to provoke the bear for as long as she could.

NNY laughed like a crazed circus clown next, flinging her over his shoulder again. Jenny's stomach looped as he dragged her deeper and deeper into his dark lair, and there was no going back.

Soon he brought her to a single, windowless room, and Jenny tensed when she spied the contraption.

"Oh, my... that's..."

NNY came back from the land of shadows, but only for the moment. His eyes were still wild and animated as he regarded her like she was prey. "Last chance, Jenny. Do you still want to see the real me? The maniac?"

Her eyes landed on the contraption again, and the blood drained from her face when she spotted all those fastenings.

Well, that was one word for them.

Before she came to her senses, she closed her eyes, nodding.

NNY sighed. "All right. Your funeral."

She couldn't tell whether that was meant to be a threat or an innuendo. Either way, she didn't care. A trill still raced through her spine.

"Do... do it. Tie me up, NNY."

His eyes blazed white. Then he pushed her forward, fastening her to the peculiar device. Her arms and legs spread out in the shape of a star, pulling her muscles taut.

Her vision swam and this was it: the point of no return. Only time would tell if Jenny would survive tonight.

Her mouth dried up in fear as she held her head back, shutting her eyes.

"Blood. That's the code word."

Jenny opened her eyes, peering back into his shining pair. It appeared NNY had come back to his senses long enough to reassure her.

He was willing to go through with this, but only if she was comfortable.

She smirked. "Do you extend this same level of kindness to your murder victims too?"

Darkness fell over NNY as he moved towards a series of levers, curling his fingers around the first. "Not exactly. I don't give them the chance to back out. They piss me off, so I kill them in cold blood. Yet I care about you, Jenny, and I don't want to see you frightened. You say you're just as disturbed as me, but you're not. Not really."

Silence filtered through the room. All the while, her arms stretched above her head. She was still covered in paint. She could feel it drying on her skin, and forming clumps in her hair, but she didn't care.

She was going to enjoy every moment of this.

"Now, if it gets too much, you know what to say. I don't want you to be terrified of me, Jenny. You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long while. I don't want to scare you away."

He stepped closer, and they were almost level in height as the device elevated her off the ground. NNY took her chin in his hand, peering deep into her eyes, and he had never looked so sincere.

"You helped me rediscover an old talent the other night. That monster was the first real thing I painted in a while. Thank you."

Jenny smiled, reflecting back on the monster. She was just glad that the real monster was long gone now. Yet she was still unsure as to why she and NNY had been able to paint it together.

It was almost as if they were plagued with memories of the same monster...

"Me too. You helped me realise my true artistic potential. No more pretty flowers for me..."

A genuine small crept over his face, and Jenny loved that smile. "Anything you paint will always be inspiring, Jenny. Whether that be flowers, monsters, or monsters covered in flowers... You have a gift. Don't forget it."

Something came over her as she squeezed her eyes, letting a tear fall. NNY wiped it away from her cheek with his finger, approaching the levers once again.

"Ready, Jenny?"

She sucked in a trembling breath. "Ready."

NNY pulled a lever down halfway. Jenny's body trembled as the machine yanked on her arms and legs, yet she persevered.

"M-more..."

He did as she asked, yanking down another lever. This time spikes and barbs closed in on her, stopping several inches from her flesh. She panted for breath, keeping her eyes tight shut. Blood rushed through her head as her mind began to spin.

She wouldn't look. She shouldn't look. But she couldn't help but be curious. So she opened an eye, whimpering when she met the fine point of a spike. One hovered several inches from her heat, and a nervous sweat broke out across her skin.

Jenny was dancing on the precipice of death and it excited her. She had never felt so exhilarated as she closed her eyes, licking her lips.

"M-more..."

"Are you sure? Any more torture and I could kill you..."

Her chest heaved. "Y-yes."

A moment of pause from NNY. "If you wish..."

He yanked down another lever. Her arms and legs pulled tighter, making her cry out. Her breasts pressed forward with the motion and she had never felt so helpless.

Sweat masked her skin, mingling with the dried paint, and she had never felt so alive. It was NNY who said after all: Nothing quite brings out the zest for life like the thought of your impending doom...

Jenny could die at any moment, and it thrilled her.

"Had enough yet? As much as I'm enjoying the sight of you writhing in agony, Jenny, I would much rather you remained in one piece. I don't want to tear off those pretty limbs..."

"J-just a little more..."

NNY regarded her coolly, his hand hovering over another lever. There was no mistaking the excited gleam in his dark eyes, and she could tell he was really having a hard time holding back.

She didn't want him to hold back. She wanted him to unleash the maniac. The one who wasn't afraid of hurting people...

With a stifled chuckle, NNY pressed down another lever, and now a saw appeared above her head. It cut off two pink hairs, and if she had been any taller, she'd be dead.

Death surrounded her on all sides now. Her panties pooled with lust, making her limbs tremble. Goosebumps popped across her white skin and she could stay this way forever.

NNY stalked closer, tying a black cloth around her eyes. Now she couldn't see.

He traced his knife down the groove of her spine, tearing her dress in half. Soon the garment split free, exposing her breasts.

"Much better..." he murmured, coming around to her front to get a look at her. His breath stuttered. "F-fuck... you're magnificent..."

Honeyed heat spread through her veins. She bit her lip, and it was all she could do to stop from screaming.

NNY continued to regard her like she was a museum exhibit, and Jenny couldn't take it anymore.

This was real torture.

She arched her spine, curling her toes and fingers as she waited for that beautiful release. Her clitoris thumped, beating in perfect harmony with her own heartbeat.

"N-NNY... p-please..." she begged.

He drew in a breath, coming back to himself. "All... all right..."

NNY stalked closer, and her imagination ran wild. She couldn't anticipate his next move, which only added to her pleasure.

Her mouth widened with a gasp as he caressed her body with the cool tip of his knife, running it down to her sex.

It was cold to the touch.

Suddenly, NNY dropped to his feet. When she felt his warm breath on her sex, a shudder ran up her spine. He pressed his mouth between her legs, slipping his tongue inside, and finally, she came.

Her cries of pleasure echoed off the walls of the small, windowless room as he ate her pussy, slurping up her cream.

Jenny's vision whitened next as he pushed his face in that little bit deeper, bumping his nose against her clitoris, and once again, she came apart.

One of his hands reached around to grip her ass. The other reached between her legs, callused fingers scraping her labia. He slipped them inside, hooking them deep until he reached a bundle of sensitive nerves.

Another white flash of light and Jenny came again and again. He swallowed up her arousal, tightening his grip on her ass cheek. His nails dug into the plump flesh as he growled, creating indentations.

His grip was almost possessive, primal, and she knew at that moment that she wasn't safe.

NNY was never going to let her out of his sights again.

He released his mouth from her sex, standing to his full height once again. He moved closer, pressing a bruising kiss to her lips, and she could taste herself on his tongue.

Her pussy still dripped between her legs as he kept his fingers there, ebbing the flow with a gentle caress. His dark misty tendrils wrapped around her tightly, bringing them closer, and she could have sworn that their souls were merging.

"I'd been dreaming of eating you out like that for some time, Jenny, which is funny... considering I never cared for bodily fluids..."

Jenny was still too stunned to speak. She still couldn't see his face.

He moved behind her now, running the tip of his knife down her back. A jolt of pleasure ran from her breasts to her sex.

Slowly, he pressed the handle of the blade at her backside, eliciting a startled gasp from her lips.

"NNY..."

He cupped her pussy from behind, gathering up a generous amount of cum. Then he soaked the handle of his blade, testing her backdoor entrance once again.

He edged the knife bit by bit, making her writhe in her restraints. She was racing toward another peak.

The ribbed handle stretched out the tight ring of muscles of her anus as he pushed in further and further.

Jenny's breasts heaved as she was about to shatter. "P-push harder..."

NNY stilled behind her, pausing for a slight moment. Then he headed her pleas, pushing the knife until he stopped at the hilt of the blade.

Jenny threw her head back as she unraveled around his knife, the sweet waves of her orgasm echoing deep in her core.

NNY wrapped his hands around her, squeezing her breasts with his fingers. He pinched and pulled on her nipples until they were hard, and it was all Jenny could do to stop from screaming.

He unzipped his pants, getting into position behind her. The warm head of his length caressed her like a kiss, so she closed her eyes, falling into a deep ecstasy.

He winced in discomfort, and it sounded like he was in serious pain. She turned her head.

She still couldn't see because of the blindfold, but she could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck.

His breathing sounded laboured.

"NNY, what's...?"

She gasped when she finally realised. The knife was still buried in her backside. He was hurting himself.

"NNY, stop!"

He brought his hand around, pressing a finger to her lips. "Shhh. It's fine," he rasped, his voice thick and husky from the pain. "It's just a little scratch..."

She doubted that. She didn't mind her own pain, but she couldn't bear the thought of NNY's.

"NNY..." she sobbed.

He thrust deep inside her. Lights danced in her eyes, rendering her speechless. Then he sped up the pace, rolling his hips back and forth, and with each thrust, the knife wedged into his stomach that little bit further.

Jenny soon cried out her release. NNY followed suit, emptying his cock deep inside her, and finally, he flopped against her back.

She could feel his heaving chest against her back, and he didn't speak for a while. Jenny was seriously worried.

"NNY... remove the knife..."

It must still be injuring him, and what had he been thinking? He was not allowed to hurt himself like that.

Finally, he removed the weapon from her backside, hissing in pain. Then he dropped it to the floor, hugging her closer as he planted kisses down her neck.

Jenny angled her head toward him. "Are you hurt?"

"A... a little. But don't you worry about me. It was worth it just to hear you scream. You put on quite the show. I could happily torture you all day and night..."

As fun as that sounded, Jenny would like to get out of her restraints sometime soon. Her arms and legs were starting to ache.

Plus, those spikes were dangerously close.

NNY set her free, lifting her out of the contraption bridle style. Then he carried her out of the room.

She tried to assess his wounds, but she soon found herself drifting off to sleep.

That torture session really took it out of her.