" wakey wakey Mr Bolton", Lyle hears the crisp British accent purring into his ear as his eyes open and adjust to his single bulb lit surroundings
When he registers the face to The Voice he struggles usually at the tight bonds holding his arms and feet," where the f*** am I, you better let me out of this thing you f**"
The blonde gives an a false surprised gasp and says foe disappointment lining his tone as he adjusts his a jar nurses cap," now now Mr Bolton, no naughty words you already in so much trouble", he pauses to wag finger and the frown on his face splits into a smile, "and as for Where You Are, you at your check up Mr Bolton" Lyle doubts greatly this is an actual checkup
Before he can voice this doubt the street sound Rusty wheels on floor grabs his attention, and from the Shadows not lit by the surprisingly bright bulb but above his head comes a medical card failed to the brim with things that very much are not MediCal utensils, yeah there are a couple scalpels but bit too many for just to check up
The sound of cracking heels ends with the giddy blonde standing patiently at the cart," sweet little nurse, take this" a rasping southern Voice pierces the darkness some sort of figure stands in, Lyle thinks it might be Jonathan but he's taller somehow taller than a person should be, and God that smell, it smells like rotting pumpkins, and he thinks just a tiniest hint to Rotting Flesh, Wait isn't he* but the thought is interrupted by a terrifying sight
A skeletal pale hand reaches from the darkness to pluck a torture device from the top shelf of the medical cart, he thinks it might be a bottle opener, the salivating blonde Clacks over to Lyle, lowering the device he wedges it under the nail of his thumb and with some effort he peels back the nail sending liar into a pain-filled screaming Frenzy as pain shoots up his thumb through his arm
when Lyle done screaming the device is pulled from his Massacre thumbnail, lie I was too busy trying to clench his hands into fists to notice the man slipping the device into his big toenail, soon pain shoots from his foot and his screaming starts a new
he doesn't know how much time it's been the moments between nail related pain don't seem to exist, but soon it stops with the manglement of his pinky finger on his left hand, all of his fingernails and two of his big toenails have been torn from their sockets, pain induced tears Dry on his cheeks at the cold room air sends aching shocks through his body
" now this one" the rasping voice says as it hands he's blonde blown pupil torture another device, it's a corkscrew and it's inching towards his eye
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" doctor, oh doctor you're so big inside of me" Rhythmic sounds of dead flesh against living is a torture of its own, maybe if he didn't have at least one eye intact to see this horrible sinful Union it could be more bearable, "Please" he whimpers out weekly pulling at his binding sending another one of his dislocated Nails completely out and clacking to the floor
this pleading only intensifies the rhythmic bouncing of the panting blonde, the rotten pumpkin pie scent of his Lover's breath the sweetest aphrodisiac
" Doctor~" he moans out but anymore words from his mouth for Silence by Cold lips against his, Opens his mouth obediently to allow that cold tongue and liquid submission down his throat
The Lingering Taste of medicine that had already twisted his mind is replaced with a sweet homie sugary taste, the smell of pumpkin cookies cooking in the oven hits his nostrils, and the mouth pulls back and throw everything looks the same through Lyle's eyes through the ecstatic little blondes he sees not the Towering corpse in tatted lab coat, but his dashing husband back from saving lives
" husband~" he swoons and his lips are taken again at a new mindset is poured down his throat, metallic liquid splashing on his tongue,He can smell the fear pouring from the man behind them Shackled to the torture table, he smells delicious, cold lips pull back pulling slightly with sharpened canines and the pounding that was interrupted by two mind twisting kisses begins again
" Master~" he squeals in Delight cold cock in his love hole pounding into that bundle of nerves that leaves him screaming nonsense
" I love you" he yells out as he and his master both and he's dropped to the floor
the smell of fear sent him scrambling towards the torture table and the man a top it, he looks his lips like a hungry animal lowers mouth to the man's throat, and remembering himself looks up pleadingly at his master in the shadows giving silent question of if he can have a taste, he senses the nod from the Shadows and blunt human teeth tear into neck and he nibbles happily on the snack, his mouth water is a little at the promise of devouring this man more when his master's is done draining him of his precious lifeblood
when the little chunk of neck flesh is down his throat, he pusthed the wheeled torture slab into the Shadows to his beloved master
he's beloved husband,
his beloved doctor
" my beloved~" he sighs love strikingly as Lyle gargles uselessly around the blood filling his mouth