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Sebastian:
I don’t know how long I was laying here, but I knew I had to go out of this place and as fast I could.
Still dizzy, from god knows what, I tried to get up. But a harsh cutting pain prevented me from breaking free. When my vision got clearer, I saw what caused the pain: barbed wire. It was wrapped around my waist, my arms and legs. It seemed I was tied down on a bed. It was the bed of the only safe haven in this fucked up world. Because of the barbed wire, I immediately knew it was Ruviks doing. The sick bastard! How did he even know about the mirrors, this place?
One thing was sure: if I got my hands on him… oh, he wouldn’t survive.
I tried to move again but it only caused the wire to cut deeper into my skin. Now I was totally back to my senses, the other wounds also started to ache.
I’ve been through a lot during my career as a detective, but this was the top. I tried to ignore the pain and try once more to break free.
Then I heard a soft chuckle nearby the door. I looked instantly at the door. Ruvik.
Ruvik:
I chuckled softly as I saw the dark haired man struggle on the bed. It was a nice view. Blood dripping from his wounds caused by my barbed wire. It was beautiful.
‘I know what you think. How do I know about your “safe haven”?’, I started, ‘Of course I know about it! This is my world. I created it.’
‘You sick bastard! If I get my hands on you… I… I will crush that very skull of yours! You’ll be dead meat!’, the frustrated man yelled at me. But I was not impressed by his sharp words and kept a straight face.
‘Only if you break free. By the way, I’m already “dead” to you. But either way, you’re mine… to do with as I please.’ I blinked next to the bed. His chest was pounding very fast. Sweat dripped from his face. I could almost smell his fear and anger. It got me somehow a bit aroused. I smirked.
‘What do you want from me?!’, the detective snapped after a few minutes of pure silence.
I grinned and said: ‘Oh, if you only knew what I’m gonna make you do, Seb.’
Actually I didn’t know exactly what I was going to do with him, but I sure would have some fun with him before killing him off. Somehow he wasn’t like the other “subjects” I had before.
This could be a bit more interesting.
Sebastian:
Ruvik standing so close to me, while I was unarmed, made me furious and anxious at the same time. But at this moment, it was more fury than anything else.
I tried to lift up my arms but only roared when I felt the wire cutting in the wounds again. Making the wounds bleed even more.
‘It is useless. You’re only making it worse’, Ruvik said calmly. ‘Shut up!’, I shouted.
My eyes were now locked with his. He had cold eyes that seem to pierce right through your soul. It almost took away my breath. Finally Ruvik looked away and it was quite a relieve. The bastard was totally checking me out. I gasped as I felt his cold hand run through my messy hair.
He smiled. His eyes looked at me again. Those intriguing eyes. I couldn’t read any emotion in his eyes.
‘What do you think of now, detective Castellanos?’, the man asked me. ‘Get your filthy hand out of my hair’, I answered with a snarl. I swung my head, but Ruviks hand tightened around my hair with a firm grip. He pulled my hair back. I growled.
‘You’re not going anywhere’, he hissed. His lips were now close to my ear, making me shiver.
Ruvik looked at my body. While holding my hair in his right hand, he trailed over my body with his left hand. Inspecting every scar and wound. His hands were as cold as his eyes.
I saw how his hand stopped at my chest. I held my breath. He was close to a bullet wound. One of those damned Haunted knew how to wield a gun and shot me. Ruvik mumbled something and then, without hesitation ripped my shirt open. It revealed my pale and scarred body. Some of these scars were fresh, others from a long time ago. There were also lots of bruises. The way he looked at my body now was as if I were an insect under a microscope. Which I probably was for him.
Ruvik ran his hands over my chest again. Then he put his thumb on the bullet wound. He pressed firmly and I gasped. I almost screamed out of pain. But I could withstand the pain. I had felt worse. The other man seemed to enjoy it and pressed even deeper. The wound opened again and warm red liquid came out of it. I clenched my teeth to each other.
‘You have pretty scars’, Ruvik stated. I looked at him full of hate and disgust. Ruvik let go of my hair. Then I saw how he pulled his thumb out of the wound and brought it to his lips. It seemed like he hesitated at first. But then he pressed the thumb, drained in blood, to his lips. A dark tongue flicked out. He sucked on his thumb. He was tasting my blood.
Was he getting aroused from this? If this man couldn’t be more fucked up, I thought by myself.
‘You’re one fucked up mess’, I said. Ruvik looked at me with his dead eyes again.
‘You’re very nosy detective, for somebody wrapped up in barbed wire’, Ruvik said with a monotone voice. He then lifted up his right arm and pointed his hand at me. I felt how the wire was tightening. At both sides of the bed new wire sprouted out. It wrapped fast around my mouth.
I couldn’t scream anymore, nor talk. The wire carved in my mouth and it looked like my mouth was going to rip apart.
‘Hmm… that’s more how I like it’, Ruvik grinned. He sat down in the chair next to me.
Every move I made, hurt like hell. I felt warm blood dripping out of my mouth. I was afraid I would choke in my own blood. The taste of iron was filthy. Tears made my vision blurred.
‘Little cry-baby. I never thought you would already lose it’, Ruvik said to harass me.
I growled, unable to speak. I moved wildly. There was no way I would lose so easily. I would show him that I had more in me than only crying and giving up. Ruvik laughed maniacally.
‘Yeah! Give me a show, Castellanos!’, he almost yelled. The hooded man stood up of his chair.
He bowed over me and whispered in my ear: ‘Because this is only the beginning…’