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You had more confidence walking into the cell this time. You knew what to expect now, knew what Vega liked, what he found intriguing. You had managed to grab some of the observations made about the sadism demon.

‘#27 is angry, cold. feasts on fear, anger, etc. considered extremely dangerous. use caution when approaching #27, use of weaponry is permitted and encouraged to have at ready upon entering’

With all your knowledge, you figured you could write a Vega playbook and use some of his tricks against himself, and maybe a few of your own .

The door clicked shut behind you, lock immediately engaging. 

“Why hello again, darling.” His dark voice called, seemingly coming from every corner of the room. “Hey Vega. How are you today?” A new question. The demon paused, you could practically hear the gears in his head turning, unsure how to answer a question he had not been asked in so long. “Fine, better now that I have my little pet here.” he whispered, lurching forward to place his hands on your waist from behind. His chest pressed into your back and it gave you a false sense of safety.

“Mmm, that’s good. Have you fed recently?” Vega scoffed, rolling his eyes at the idiotic line of enquiry. “You of all people should know, my darling, that I don't get many repeat customers. Not to mention, D.U.M.P doesn’t particularly enjoy my presence and prefers to keep me weaker anyway.” His voice was gravely and you could feel your breathing pick up as his tongue traced along the shell of your ear, nipping lightly. 

A test-run.

“Does that make me special?” You panted out, body leaning back into him without your mind’s permission.

Vega grinned a devilish smile, “Oh yes, you are special. My special little slut, huh? So desperate to please and be filled and be a useful little toy that you couldn’t help but come back and be used, over and over and over again. ” He whispered, biting at the side of your neck hard, you moaned at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut as his cold fingers slipped further down your body.

Long, nimble fingers worked with precision at the buttons on your shirt. He paused for half a moment before smirking, his fingers clasped in between the still joint ones and pulled . Gasping, you revelled in the way your chest was exposed to the cold. One hand crawled back up to your throat, thumbing at the racing pulse under your skin.

“Pathetic. I can practically taste your need in the air. You’re just a little bitch in heat, huh?” He sneered the rhetorical question that you knew better than to answer by now.  Still, you nodded your head slightly, tilting it up to meet his eyes. Dark with lust, they stared back at you so intensely.  “Tch, just a dumb mutt drunk on lust, hmm?” Another unanswered question.

It was odd, the last part of rationale thought, that despite his harsh words and bites, his fingers were gentle and placed with precision as they traced down your body.

He pinched your pebbled nipple, eyes rolling back at the cut-off moan you gave.  “ Fuckkkk , that’s it. Let the demon watching this hear your slutty moans.” He growled, once again biting at your neck. You tilted your head, giving him more access to the skin. Whining, your hips bucked back into his with need. He chuckled evilly, hand placing pressure on your throat, cutting off the blood supply. “You really are just a needy pet. Just wanna please, no matter the cost.” His voice was dark like tinted glass. Honestly, it scared you a little, the knowledge that he quite literally held your life in his hands, but that fear excited you, it sent a shiver through your core.

You moaned, breath hitching as he stroked over your hard nipple again, flicking it. The pain licked at your spine, causing it to arch in the way he loved.  “Please” You whispered out, swallowing hard as he growled softly into your ear. “What? Begging already? Tch, pathetic.” He rolled his eyes at the sad little display of want.  Rolling your hips back into him, you smirked at the feeling of his dick sitting hard against his thin pants.  “Aww, does my cock hungry little slut want to satisfy that sad little oral fixation of theirs?” he cooed condescendingly. You nodded harshly, immediately turning around and dropping to your knees. 

It was moments like this where Vega cursed the Academy for not giving him a belt. He so wished that he could wrap it around your throat and pull until you were gasping and writhing for him so beautifully. 

“Well whore, you just gonna sit there looking like a mess? Or are you actually gonna get to work?” He scoffed, hand slapping at your face to keep your attention on the present. You could feel the haze tugging at the corners of your mind, filling it with thoughts of the sadism demon before you. 

Lurching forward, you carefully tugged his cock out of his pants. Licking your lips in anticipation as your gaze lifted up to meet his, silently asking for permission. Vega raised a single brow before rolling his eyes and threading a hand into your hair. “If you don’t get your mouth on my dick in the next few seconds, I can promise  that you will not enjoy what I’ll do.” He growled, voice low and full of unspoken threats. You leaned forward, lips wrapping around his tip as he held your gaze, smirking at the tiny licks you gave. 

“There we fucking go. Get to work, toy.” He spat, hand tightening its grip on your scalp, thrusting himself deeper and deeper into his throat. It was oddly satisfying, having Vega use you while you just sat there. There, you didn’t have to think, or be smart, or do anything you didn't want to. You just had to sit there and let him feel good, to sit there and be his pet .
On your knees like that, that was where you felt safe. 

“Oh shit. You’ve gotten better. Maybe you aren’t a worthless bitch after all.” He mused quietly, smiling down as you moaned into his dick. Gagging slightly, you ran your tongue over the vein underneath it, revelling in the way his breathing stuttered and the growls increased in volume. 

Vega sighed delightedly, “Y’know, for a whore with a smart-mouth, it sure does feel good to shut you up ” He punctuated each word with a thrust, filling your throat with his taste. He was an addiction and you’d very easily gotten hooked. The days without him, you felt as though you were in withdrawal. Vega was like taking straight cocaine, dangerous, addicting and so fucking satisfying once you had him again. The thoughts sent a shudder through you, your core thrumming with arousal and a need to please.
“Hey, eyes on me slut. Don’t let that useless brain wander now.” He demanded, slapping your cheek to refocus you into the situation at hand. 

You hollowed your cheeks, bringing him deeper into your throat and tracing your tongue with more purpose. A rogue moan escaped the demon, lip curling at the sudden addition of pressure. His hips slapped into your face at a punishing pace, rambling madly about how much of a whore you were and broken promises of all the things he would do to ruin you.  “ Yes , there we fucking go. God, little slut and its tight throat. Want me to cum? Wanna swallow it all and mark up your insides with my cum, hmm? Wanna be my good little bitch?” He growled, holding your head flush with his torso as his thighs shook and clamped over your ears. His shockingly bitter taste flooded your mouth as he held your gaze with such intensity that you squirmed around slightly. He held you there as you gagged and spluttered, only releasing you as you shoved your hands against his hips.

“Good whore. You’ve gotten better at swallowing me.” He laughed down at you, tucking himself back into his pants with a blissed out smirk. Ragged breaths were drawn into your chest, mind foggy but pleased. Patting your cheek, his gaze held a flicker of adoration before it was replaced with boredom. “Alright, we’re done. Are you leaving or what, darling?” His lips curved into something spiteful again, but it was different this time. You screenshotted the look and stored it away in your brain for a rainy day.

“Well, I’ll see you next time.” You choked out, voice rough for the abuse. He let out a non-committal hum, back turned toward you.

Yeah… next time.