Author's Note: Here we are at the season finale. And we are finally here with Allen Walker himself. We saw him and Road briefly on Halloween. Yes, this was planned. I had one fan who kept asking when we were going to see Allen again. I couldn't come out and say that he was going to be in the season finale. That would just be spoiling things, you know? Anyway, I am going to try and think up more kinky things for Road + Allen. I have an idea of what I am going to do next season. All I can say that it will really be about Allen. For now, enjoy this season finale and see you in September.

Key Twenty-Five: Allen:

His body is covered in scars. Slashes from being whipped across his back. Scars where his beautiful wings used to be. Cuts and stabs on his arms and legs. Bite marks all over his skin. Cuff marks on her wrists and ankles. Handprints and rope burns around his neck. Degrading words were craved into his skin. She even branded him last night.

Allen lay on his bed with an empty smirk on his face. This shouldn't be normal. He knows that but he doesn't care. He wants more. Chains held him down to the bed. The black collar felt so tight around his neck. His eyes looked so hazed over and empty. His ears perked up when he heard footsteps getting closer.

It's her!

Road walked into the doorway. A cold smirk came across her face. There were three keys in her hand.

"I am going to give you a choice tonight," she said. The monster walked over to the bed. Allen's heart pounded in his chest. He gulped. His cock stood proud and erect. This wasn't natural. But he loved it. Her knees came on either side of his waist.

"I have three keys with me tonight," she said. Road opened her hand. Allen looked down and saw the keys. One red, one black, and one silver.

"They all lead to three of these boxes over here," Road said. She pointed over her to her left before turning Allen over to look. Three boxes with matching colors to the keys in different sizes sat waiting to be used. He began breathing heavily. Road turned his head to race her.

"Easy there," she said. "I'm going to give you a choice. I know that you want to know what's in the boxes. Well, the only way you're going to know is if you pick a key." She held out her hand.

"Come on," Road said. "Take your pick." Allen's eyes widened.

"Let's see," his mistress said. "Shall we go with red first?" The angel shook his head. Why does he resist? He knew what was coming next. He has no choice. He wants it.

"No?" Road asked. "How about black?" He shook his head.

"How about silver?" she asked. The monster grabbed the angel by the head and nodded it up and down.

"Good choice!" she said. Road took the silver key over to the silver box across the room. She giggled to herself as she unlocked it. Allen turned his head for a look. Road looked over her shoulder.

"No peeking!" she shouted. The angel turned his head and faced the ceiling. A low buzzing filled his ears. His heart jumped in his chest. What was she planning to do now?

Road walked back over to the bed. She held a small silver bullet in her hand.

"How fast do you want this to go?" the mistress asked. Allen stared at her with big eyes. She was smiling but not in her eyes.

"Don't make me repeat myself," Road said.

"Fast!" Allen squeaked out. His mistress whistled.

"Good choice," she said. She cranked the bullet vibrator to the highest setting. Road smiled as she slid it into his hole. Allen let out a small whimper. She stared at him for a moment before she noticed that something was missing.

"Oh yeah!" Road said aloud. She climbed off of the bed and walked over to her shelf of toys. She turned with a ball gag in her hand.

"How could I forget?" she asked. The mistress came over and gagged up her pet. Road giggled as she looked at her favorite toy.

"Aw, you look so cute," she said. "Helpless, bound, and gagged." Road leaned in close to his ear.

"I'm going to enjoy every minute of this," she whispered. The monster playfully nipped him on the ear.

Addictive.

This isn't his mind anymore. Allen has become a slave to pleasure. Road dictates everything for him. When he eats, when he speaks, when he sleeps, when he feels pleasure, when feels pain, when he bends, when he breaks…

She would probably control when he breathes if she could. He's just a pet to her whims.

Road held up two keys.

"Red or black?" she asked. His eyes were glazed over. He tried to speak but muffled gibberish came out as a result. Road patted him on the head.

"I think red is a good option too," she said. The monster giggled and walked over to the red box. Allen struggled to think. The stimulation in his hole made it impossible to do so. He was going to have to try and endure it. He could hold on. He could do this. Road turned around with a jar of red liquid in her hands. She turned the jar in her hands.

"Where do you think this is going to go?" she asked. Allen stared at her. Road walked over to her pet. She twisted the lid open. A faint cinnamon smell filled the room.

"Now where should I pour first?" she asked. She looked down at his scarred-up pale skin. Road chuckled at all of the writing, her handy work, on her skin. Those words weren't going away. She wanted everyone to know that Allen was her whore, her bitch. Her eyes rested on his chest. Road tilted the open jar toward him.

One drop. One drop was all it took.

Allen leaped up in his bindings and yelped. Road felt like flying away.

"Aw, does little Allen like that?" she asked. He looked up at her with big puppy dog eyes. But then Road frowned. This still wasn't enough. There was something missing. What was it? What was it?

Oh yes!

One trip to the dresser later and Road had a blindfold in her hand. Her toy shouldn't be surprised by now.

"Where is my mind tonight?" Road asked. She wrapped the blindfold around Allen's eyes. Now he was perfect.

The heated oil landed in drops on Allen's chest and stomach. His muffled screams were like music to her ears. Still, it wasn't enough. She wanted to overstimulate him into madness. This was how she held control over him after all. She was his drug after all.

The oil landed on his chest, stomach, arms and legs. There was one more place she had tried yet. Her eyes trailed down to his cock. It stood proud and waiting to be used.

"Heh," was all she said. Allen let out a muffled cry through the ball gag. Road giggled at the sound.

"How was that?" she asked. He could not see her through the blindfold, but the tears ran down her cheeks. Road wiped up one of them and licked it up. It wasn't blood or cum, but it was close enough to her. Speaking of which…

Road wasn't going to wait anymore.

She climbed on top of her favorite toy and started riding him. The oil on the hard skin made things tingle with each thrust. Allen could only lay there in his bindings and take everything. The moaning from his gagged mouth made his face burn red. Why was he enjoying this? This was not natural. But he loved it so much.

Yes, mistress! More! More! More!

However, Road wasn't going to let him reach the climax. The monster stopped thrusting her hips and looked down at her pet. The pitiful whimpering noises he made sounded so cute. Road couldn't help but laugh before she leaned down to his ear.

"We're not done yet," she whispered. "We still have to look at what the black key leads to." That was enough to make Allen's heart beat like crazy.

That was when Allen Walter started to disassociate from himself.