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Title: Give Me...Nothing (ch. 4)
Pairing: ??? x Kyo
Summary: When you're left out of touch with man kind, can you measure time? Or is time merely at the control of who's in control of you? Meet Niimura Tooru--a 32 year old musician who awakens and finds himself completely dependent on someone he can't even see. Can obsession equal love, and can delusions become reality?
Rating: NC-17 over all and this chapter
Warnings: Non-con, rape, oral
Disclaimer: Don't own them, blabalbla.
Word Count: 2801 (-sob why is it so short?-)
Previous Chapters: Chpter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3
He felt numb, to be perfectly honest. The days (or what he could only assume were days) ticked by slowly and Kyo found himself unable to escape the prying hands of his guitarist. While the bathroom had proved to be quite the sanctuary for those brief moments as he attempted to drown himself, Die had done quite a number on the door. Sometime when he had fallen asleep the older man had slipped into the room and removed the door, Kyo awakening to find himself staring at nothing but a hole in the wall covered neatly with a door frame. His safe house had been taken away, and instead it just seemed like his cell was added onto in size.
At times he regretted taking the blindfold off. Perhaps it would have been better simply to live in ignorance as to who his tormentor was for the remainder of his life, as he assumed that he'd never be leaving this place. It was better to see nothing and live in fear, than to see everything and live with nothing. Kyo felt like his spirit had been broken into tiny, infinitesimal pieces that were so damaged that there was no way to put them back together again. He spent his days staring at the ceiling and his evenings enduring whatever sick fantasy Die felt like indulging himself in at the current moment.
The vocalist's breathing was shallow, face buried in his arms as he rested hunched over on the bed. With each hard thrust into his body he was jerked forward, chest scraping against the hard mattress. He had endured similar treatment far too many times to count since his first time in the bathroom. It didn't hurt anymore, in fact Kyo felt indifferent to the sensations of being use. If anything he had learned to accept the role he had been given and try to enjoy himself. It made the time spent conscious go by quicker until he got the release that was sleep.
Kyo closed his eyes as he found himself arching back against Die's ragged movements, body shivering under the dark haired guitarist as he found his prostate. No sound left him, however, instead his breathing grew heavier and more erratic as he let his body take control and threw his mind and emotions out the window. The blonde opened his eyes just a bit as his forehead rested on his arms, watching as the bed shifted underneath him (or was it he that was shifting on the bed?) and his unruly hair obscured his vision. Plush lips parted in a silent scream as he felt Die fill him, the guitarist moaning loudly behind him before he pulled out of the worn body and rolled over onto his side on the small bed.
With that Kyo collapsed, lower body able to fall back down onto the mattress now that Die was pleased. His own erection hadn't been satiated but he didn't seem to care, dark eyes staring ahead at the far wall of the dimly lit room as he concentrated on the sound of Die breathing behind him. He was able to catch a small hint of the guitarist chuckling before he felt an arm wrap around his middle, pulling him closer into the guitarist's embrace.
“You're behaving much better, Kyo,” the taller spoke softly against his ear, nipping against the soft skin. The only indication that the blonde had noticed was the stiffening of muscles under Die's hands.
“This is love,” Kyo responded, voice barely audible as he fixed his gaze on a spot on the wall, which he could only assume was his own blood from one of the many romps around the damn room Die forced him to endure when he had grown bored of simply fucking him on the mattress.
This was love, wasn't it? Die had whispered it so many times to him that it seemed only normal. The guitarist loved him. So this obsession, this abuse had to be love. He had certainly never known anything else. Kyo had grown so accustomed to the feeling of Die using him and the whispers into his ear after the rape was over that it seemed to register in his head that maybe this was love. His entire body felt empty, lethargic, worthless when the other wasn't around. And while he deeply loved his time being alone and at ease unconscious, he felt afraid and downright miserable when he was awake and alone. Die gave him a purpose. Die gave him a reason.
And the more he thought about it, the more he figured that he didn't want to leave his small room anymore. What would he do without Die? He had grown entirely dependent on him. Here, he was safe. Here, he had no reason to do anything. Here, he was needed and wanted and it felt...wonderful. Kyo felt his heart rate pick up in his chest from excitement as he had his epiphany. This place, this room with no windows and no light sans the dim bulbs of the ceiling fan, and no way of getting out unless by Die's own request was the epitome of perfection. There wasn't a better place in the world than here! No, he didn't want to leave. He didn't want to see anyone but the man currently kissing down his neck. He didn't want to do anything unless Die told him to do it. He needed him, he needed this room, and he needed this structure.
Excited, Kyo turned to face Die, thrilled to regain some sort of emotion as he stared up at the taller man like a child would when they first learn their ABCs. A small grin graced his lips and he found himself wrapping his arms around Die's neck, chapped lips finding their way onto the guitarist's. At first Die didn't know how to react, shocked that Kyo was doing something on his own let alone kissing him. The younger man had been so against kissing him since he first got to this place and now he was doing it on his own? Not about to complain, Die tangled his fingers into the other's hair and held onto him tightly as he pushed his tongue into the other's awaiting mouth, able to feel his erection pressed up against his abdomen as Kyo moved closer to him.
The vocalist tasted strangely sweet. It was like a mixture of fruit and a tinge of copper, probably from the countless times Kyo had bit his lip open from suppressing any screams that had often threatened to escape him. Die felt his excitement grow again with just the kiss, tugging on the strands of blonde and black hair as he devoured the eager mouth waiting below him. He moved Kyo onto his back, not breaking the kiss as his tongue toyed with the other's once Die straddled his hips and kept him pressed once more against the mattress. Soon he could feel the familiar sensation of burning in his lungs, signifying his need for air and Die reluctantly broke away from the kiss and stared down at Kyo in confusion.
However the man looked far too delectable for him to care if there was some hidden agenda behind his moves. Kyo lay there panting, cheeks flushed and chest heaving as he struggled to control his breathing. The dead look in his eyes wasn't as noticeable this time around, this time glazed over with excitement as he locked eyes with Die for the first time since finding out it was he who dragged him to this place. Die swallowed hard, feeling his lust for the younger musician build all over again as he peered down at him almost confusedly.
“What was that all about?” he chuckled softly, fingertips skating over the scratch marks down the other's sides from the various times he had held onto Kyo's waist too hard during one of his sessions with his body.
“Die, please,” the blonde's voice sounded desperate, hips raising almost teasingly as he shot the guitarist a pleading look.
It was the first time he had ever asked for release, shocking Die to the core. Usually Kyo would simply ignore the fact that he didn't cum, and if he did it was simply an added bonus. So to hear him actually request for release was both arousing and confusing, though he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity of having the younger man actually willing and respondent underneath him. With a bit of a smirk the captor nodded, leaning down to nip lightly at his bottom lip. A soft sigh left Kyo's lips, tickling Die's face and making him chuckle as he pressed his hips down against the younger man's. The friction elicited a lovely hiss from Kyo as he turned his head to the side, hands shooting up to grab onto the bars of the bed tightly. His body shivered in response to the feeling, soft whimpers leaving his throat and sending tremors down Die's own frame.
The sight was something to behold and Die found himself determined to keep Kyo in this mental state, finding it far more easy to work with than any of the other phases of mental deterioration that the younger man had gone through. He bit down onto his bottom lip again, earning a gasp from Kyo as he rubbed his semi-hard cock against the other's full one. Kyo trembled, his own hips moving of their own accord against Die as faint whispers for more left his lips. It was almost too good to be true, Die concluded. Having the person he lusted after for so long actually compliant and eager was like a dream. A lovely, warped, twisted little dream.
“I love you,” Kyo gasped out softly as Die's cock brushed against him again, head tossing again to the other side as a bit of a blush spilled over his cheeks from lust rather than embarrassment. He arched his back off the bed, finding the burning in his loins far too unbearable and in need of release. His hold on the bars tightened, the knuckles of his hand going white from how tightly he was clinging to the metal frame work of the mattress.
“I love you, too,” Die growled out in response, moving his hips faster against Kyo's. His body moved slickly against the captive's, his sweat proving to be quite the lubricant as he rubbed himself both against the younger man's cock and abdomen, enjoying the way Kyo trembled against him with need.
Dark eyes locked once again with Die's as he watched his expression change as he grew harder and harder, Kyo not taking long to finally cum as he had been teetering on the edge since Die had first fucked him. The blonde moaned excitedly in relief as he emptied himself against Die and his own stomach, head arching back as his hips arched. “Die,” the smaller whispered softly, the name rolling off his tongue in a silent mantra of reverence as his eyes slid closed in his exhaustion.
However Die was once again hard and not about to stop simply because Kyo had reached his peak. A faint growl left his lips in frustration as he pressed his hand over his arousal, pressing against the blonde's abdomen and using his semen as a form of lubricant as he began rubbing himself against the soft skin. His movements were quick and choppy, small pants leaving his lips as he kept his eyes glued on the pretty, exhausted face of his captive. Kyo opened his eyes as he felt Die rubbing up against him, staring up at him intently as the guitarist used him for a second chance at release. The smaller gasped, hands moving to pull Die away from him.
“What--”
Before Die could even finish his question Kyo had gently pushed him back, moving down the stronger body as he lips circled around his cock with an almost trained sort of ease. The guitarist hissed loudly, recovering for the shock of Kyo doing anything like this of his own volition. This change in his demeanor excited him like no other, long, calloused fingers finding their way into Kyo's hair as he took control easily and forced the smaller's head up and down on his aching length.
Yes, this was happiness, Kyo concluded as he closed his eyes and relaxed his throat, allowing Die to guide his head up and down on the stiff flesh currently throbbing in his mouth. Happiness was feeling like you had a purpose, a reason for being set on this earth. With Die he had a purpose, didn't he? He was here in order to bring this man pleasure. Kyo was supposed to be Die's play thing, he concluded, nimble tongue rubbing under the underside of the head of Die's cock each time he pulled back only to slam himself once again into his throat to the point of almost choking him. When he wasn't here, in this room with no windows, what purpose did he have? Nothing. He just sort of floated by, playing each day by ear. But here, under Die's watchful eye and loving hand, he had a reason for living.
And so what if he had bruises, cuts, gashes all along his body from the man who was supposed to love him? That was love, too! It was so he could learn, Kyo concluded, twisting his head to the side to allow Die easier access to his mouth. He could feel the other's precum mixing with his saliva and spilling past his lips and down his chin as the dark haired man fucked his mouth. The feeling was as disgusting as it was comforting, large hands moving to hold onto Die's hips to steady himself as he was guided up and down on the throbbing length.
Yes, this was love. A feeling of absolute peace and happiness despite where it was drawn from. Kyo felt himself smiling around the cock shoved into his mouth, gasping for air as he felt Die spill himself into his mouth. Kyo pulled back immediately to soothe the abuse of his throat, sputtering as the other's cum slipped past his lips and ran down his face in tiny rivulets as he struggled to swallow most of it. The blonde was dazed, exhausted from both his physical activities and mental revelations. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Kyo struggled to regain control of his breathing as he looked at Die with pleading lies, seeking approval.
A low chuckle left Die's lips as he reached up and brushed his fingers down the blonde's cheek, tilting his head up a bit before he pulled him into his arms and smoothed his hand through the messy black-blonde locks. “Mm, I'm going to have to take care of that hair of yours,” the guitarist mumbled softly, toying with the bleached locks. Kyo made no response, simply holding onto him with all the strength he had as he pressed his cheek to the guitarist's naked chest. Die sighed, running his hands over the other man's back, staring down at him silently for a few moments.
“I can give you anything you want, Kyo, anything at all. Just name it. I want you to be happy with me. I like it when you're like this. See how much better it is when you're happy with me and do as I say and don't fight what I want? It can be like this all the time, you know,” Die whispered softly against his ear, feeling Kyo once again tense under his hold.
Anything he wanted? It was appealing and Kyo found himself wanting one thing above all else. He wanted answers. Nothing made sense anymore, not even his own mind, and he felt like Die was the only one who could clear himself of all this confusion. He paused, looking up at the guitarist with a small, incredulous expression. “Anything I want?” he questioned, voice soft.
“Anything,” Die reassured, running his fingertips down the blonde's cheek in a vain attempt at showing affection.
Kyo hesitated before he looked up at the taller with a stern expression. “Tell me why you brought me here. Tell me why you couldn't just tell me you loved me like a normal human being. Tell me why I can't leave. Tell me why you've broken me beyond repair. You wonder what you can give me? Nothing. But you can tell me everything.”
Die paused, looking rather startled by the sudden assertive nature of his captive. Though he paused, fingers running through the blonde locks as he nodded his head slowly.
“Very well.”
Pairing: ??? x Kyo
Summary: When you're left out of touch with man kind, can you measure time? Or is time merely at the control of who's in control of you? Meet Niimura Tooru--a 32 year old musician who awakens and finds himself completely dependent on someone he can't even see. Can obsession equal love, and can delusions become reality?
Rating: NC-17 over all and this chapter
Warnings: Non-con, rape, oral
Disclaimer: Don't own them, blabalbla.
Word Count: 2801 (-sob why is it so short?-)
Previous Chapters: Chpter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3
He felt numb, to be perfectly honest. The days (or what he could only assume were days) ticked by slowly and Kyo found himself unable to escape the prying hands of his guitarist. While the bathroom had proved to be quite the sanctuary for those brief moments as he attempted to drown himself, Die had done quite a number on the door. Sometime when he had fallen asleep the older man had slipped into the room and removed the door, Kyo awakening to find himself staring at nothing but a hole in the wall covered neatly with a door frame. His safe house had been taken away, and instead it just seemed like his cell was added onto in size.
At times he regretted taking the blindfold off. Perhaps it would have been better simply to live in ignorance as to who his tormentor was for the remainder of his life, as he assumed that he'd never be leaving this place. It was better to see nothing and live in fear, than to see everything and live with nothing. Kyo felt like his spirit had been broken into tiny, infinitesimal pieces that were so damaged that there was no way to put them back together again. He spent his days staring at the ceiling and his evenings enduring whatever sick fantasy Die felt like indulging himself in at the current moment.
The vocalist's breathing was shallow, face buried in his arms as he rested hunched over on the bed. With each hard thrust into his body he was jerked forward, chest scraping against the hard mattress. He had endured similar treatment far too many times to count since his first time in the bathroom. It didn't hurt anymore, in fact Kyo felt indifferent to the sensations of being use. If anything he had learned to accept the role he had been given and try to enjoy himself. It made the time spent conscious go by quicker until he got the release that was sleep.
Kyo closed his eyes as he found himself arching back against Die's ragged movements, body shivering under the dark haired guitarist as he found his prostate. No sound left him, however, instead his breathing grew heavier and more erratic as he let his body take control and threw his mind and emotions out the window. The blonde opened his eyes just a bit as his forehead rested on his arms, watching as the bed shifted underneath him (or was it he that was shifting on the bed?) and his unruly hair obscured his vision. Plush lips parted in a silent scream as he felt Die fill him, the guitarist moaning loudly behind him before he pulled out of the worn body and rolled over onto his side on the small bed.
With that Kyo collapsed, lower body able to fall back down onto the mattress now that Die was pleased. His own erection hadn't been satiated but he didn't seem to care, dark eyes staring ahead at the far wall of the dimly lit room as he concentrated on the sound of Die breathing behind him. He was able to catch a small hint of the guitarist chuckling before he felt an arm wrap around his middle, pulling him closer into the guitarist's embrace.
“You're behaving much better, Kyo,” the taller spoke softly against his ear, nipping against the soft skin. The only indication that the blonde had noticed was the stiffening of muscles under Die's hands.
“This is love,” Kyo responded, voice barely audible as he fixed his gaze on a spot on the wall, which he could only assume was his own blood from one of the many romps around the damn room Die forced him to endure when he had grown bored of simply fucking him on the mattress.
This was love, wasn't it? Die had whispered it so many times to him that it seemed only normal. The guitarist loved him. So this obsession, this abuse had to be love. He had certainly never known anything else. Kyo had grown so accustomed to the feeling of Die using him and the whispers into his ear after the rape was over that it seemed to register in his head that maybe this was love. His entire body felt empty, lethargic, worthless when the other wasn't around. And while he deeply loved his time being alone and at ease unconscious, he felt afraid and downright miserable when he was awake and alone. Die gave him a purpose. Die gave him a reason.
And the more he thought about it, the more he figured that he didn't want to leave his small room anymore. What would he do without Die? He had grown entirely dependent on him. Here, he was safe. Here, he had no reason to do anything. Here, he was needed and wanted and it felt...wonderful. Kyo felt his heart rate pick up in his chest from excitement as he had his epiphany. This place, this room with no windows and no light sans the dim bulbs of the ceiling fan, and no way of getting out unless by Die's own request was the epitome of perfection. There wasn't a better place in the world than here! No, he didn't want to leave. He didn't want to see anyone but the man currently kissing down his neck. He didn't want to do anything unless Die told him to do it. He needed him, he needed this room, and he needed this structure.
Excited, Kyo turned to face Die, thrilled to regain some sort of emotion as he stared up at the taller man like a child would when they first learn their ABCs. A small grin graced his lips and he found himself wrapping his arms around Die's neck, chapped lips finding their way onto the guitarist's. At first Die didn't know how to react, shocked that Kyo was doing something on his own let alone kissing him. The younger man had been so against kissing him since he first got to this place and now he was doing it on his own? Not about to complain, Die tangled his fingers into the other's hair and held onto him tightly as he pushed his tongue into the other's awaiting mouth, able to feel his erection pressed up against his abdomen as Kyo moved closer to him.
The vocalist tasted strangely sweet. It was like a mixture of fruit and a tinge of copper, probably from the countless times Kyo had bit his lip open from suppressing any screams that had often threatened to escape him. Die felt his excitement grow again with just the kiss, tugging on the strands of blonde and black hair as he devoured the eager mouth waiting below him. He moved Kyo onto his back, not breaking the kiss as his tongue toyed with the other's once Die straddled his hips and kept him pressed once more against the mattress. Soon he could feel the familiar sensation of burning in his lungs, signifying his need for air and Die reluctantly broke away from the kiss and stared down at Kyo in confusion.
However the man looked far too delectable for him to care if there was some hidden agenda behind his moves. Kyo lay there panting, cheeks flushed and chest heaving as he struggled to control his breathing. The dead look in his eyes wasn't as noticeable this time around, this time glazed over with excitement as he locked eyes with Die for the first time since finding out it was he who dragged him to this place. Die swallowed hard, feeling his lust for the younger musician build all over again as he peered down at him almost confusedly.
“What was that all about?” he chuckled softly, fingertips skating over the scratch marks down the other's sides from the various times he had held onto Kyo's waist too hard during one of his sessions with his body.
“Die, please,” the blonde's voice sounded desperate, hips raising almost teasingly as he shot the guitarist a pleading look.
It was the first time he had ever asked for release, shocking Die to the core. Usually Kyo would simply ignore the fact that he didn't cum, and if he did it was simply an added bonus. So to hear him actually request for release was both arousing and confusing, though he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity of having the younger man actually willing and respondent underneath him. With a bit of a smirk the captor nodded, leaning down to nip lightly at his bottom lip. A soft sigh left Kyo's lips, tickling Die's face and making him chuckle as he pressed his hips down against the younger man's. The friction elicited a lovely hiss from Kyo as he turned his head to the side, hands shooting up to grab onto the bars of the bed tightly. His body shivered in response to the feeling, soft whimpers leaving his throat and sending tremors down Die's own frame.
The sight was something to behold and Die found himself determined to keep Kyo in this mental state, finding it far more easy to work with than any of the other phases of mental deterioration that the younger man had gone through. He bit down onto his bottom lip again, earning a gasp from Kyo as he rubbed his semi-hard cock against the other's full one. Kyo trembled, his own hips moving of their own accord against Die as faint whispers for more left his lips. It was almost too good to be true, Die concluded. Having the person he lusted after for so long actually compliant and eager was like a dream. A lovely, warped, twisted little dream.
“I love you,” Kyo gasped out softly as Die's cock brushed against him again, head tossing again to the other side as a bit of a blush spilled over his cheeks from lust rather than embarrassment. He arched his back off the bed, finding the burning in his loins far too unbearable and in need of release. His hold on the bars tightened, the knuckles of his hand going white from how tightly he was clinging to the metal frame work of the mattress.
“I love you, too,” Die growled out in response, moving his hips faster against Kyo's. His body moved slickly against the captive's, his sweat proving to be quite the lubricant as he rubbed himself both against the younger man's cock and abdomen, enjoying the way Kyo trembled against him with need.
Dark eyes locked once again with Die's as he watched his expression change as he grew harder and harder, Kyo not taking long to finally cum as he had been teetering on the edge since Die had first fucked him. The blonde moaned excitedly in relief as he emptied himself against Die and his own stomach, head arching back as his hips arched. “Die,” the smaller whispered softly, the name rolling off his tongue in a silent mantra of reverence as his eyes slid closed in his exhaustion.
However Die was once again hard and not about to stop simply because Kyo had reached his peak. A faint growl left his lips in frustration as he pressed his hand over his arousal, pressing against the blonde's abdomen and using his semen as a form of lubricant as he began rubbing himself against the soft skin. His movements were quick and choppy, small pants leaving his lips as he kept his eyes glued on the pretty, exhausted face of his captive. Kyo opened his eyes as he felt Die rubbing up against him, staring up at him intently as the guitarist used him for a second chance at release. The smaller gasped, hands moving to pull Die away from him.
“What--”
Before Die could even finish his question Kyo had gently pushed him back, moving down the stronger body as he lips circled around his cock with an almost trained sort of ease. The guitarist hissed loudly, recovering for the shock of Kyo doing anything like this of his own volition. This change in his demeanor excited him like no other, long, calloused fingers finding their way into Kyo's hair as he took control easily and forced the smaller's head up and down on his aching length.
Yes, this was happiness, Kyo concluded as he closed his eyes and relaxed his throat, allowing Die to guide his head up and down on the stiff flesh currently throbbing in his mouth. Happiness was feeling like you had a purpose, a reason for being set on this earth. With Die he had a purpose, didn't he? He was here in order to bring this man pleasure. Kyo was supposed to be Die's play thing, he concluded, nimble tongue rubbing under the underside of the head of Die's cock each time he pulled back only to slam himself once again into his throat to the point of almost choking him. When he wasn't here, in this room with no windows, what purpose did he have? Nothing. He just sort of floated by, playing each day by ear. But here, under Die's watchful eye and loving hand, he had a reason for living.
And so what if he had bruises, cuts, gashes all along his body from the man who was supposed to love him? That was love, too! It was so he could learn, Kyo concluded, twisting his head to the side to allow Die easier access to his mouth. He could feel the other's precum mixing with his saliva and spilling past his lips and down his chin as the dark haired man fucked his mouth. The feeling was as disgusting as it was comforting, large hands moving to hold onto Die's hips to steady himself as he was guided up and down on the throbbing length.
Yes, this was love. A feeling of absolute peace and happiness despite where it was drawn from. Kyo felt himself smiling around the cock shoved into his mouth, gasping for air as he felt Die spill himself into his mouth. Kyo pulled back immediately to soothe the abuse of his throat, sputtering as the other's cum slipped past his lips and ran down his face in tiny rivulets as he struggled to swallow most of it. The blonde was dazed, exhausted from both his physical activities and mental revelations. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Kyo struggled to regain control of his breathing as he looked at Die with pleading lies, seeking approval.
A low chuckle left Die's lips as he reached up and brushed his fingers down the blonde's cheek, tilting his head up a bit before he pulled him into his arms and smoothed his hand through the messy black-blonde locks. “Mm, I'm going to have to take care of that hair of yours,” the guitarist mumbled softly, toying with the bleached locks. Kyo made no response, simply holding onto him with all the strength he had as he pressed his cheek to the guitarist's naked chest. Die sighed, running his hands over the other man's back, staring down at him silently for a few moments.
“I can give you anything you want, Kyo, anything at all. Just name it. I want you to be happy with me. I like it when you're like this. See how much better it is when you're happy with me and do as I say and don't fight what I want? It can be like this all the time, you know,” Die whispered softly against his ear, feeling Kyo once again tense under his hold.
Anything he wanted? It was appealing and Kyo found himself wanting one thing above all else. He wanted answers. Nothing made sense anymore, not even his own mind, and he felt like Die was the only one who could clear himself of all this confusion. He paused, looking up at the guitarist with a small, incredulous expression. “Anything I want?” he questioned, voice soft.
“Anything,” Die reassured, running his fingertips down the blonde's cheek in a vain attempt at showing affection.
Kyo hesitated before he looked up at the taller with a stern expression. “Tell me why you brought me here. Tell me why you couldn't just tell me you loved me like a normal human being. Tell me why I can't leave. Tell me why you've broken me beyond repair. You wonder what you can give me? Nothing. But you can tell me everything.”
Die paused, looking rather startled by the sudden assertive nature of his captive. Though he paused, fingers running through the blonde locks as he nodded his head slowly.
“Very well.”