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He screamed.
He screamed and Erol drank in the sound as he drank and lapped at the rivulets of blood running down Jak's body. Each cut had been made by the commander at a slow, agonizing pace; the point of the game was not injury, but pain. His knife lay discarded on the floor, gleaming dully in the dim light. The darkness of the cell turned the blood on the blade a deep sangoire, contrasting to the metal-grey of the cell.
The boy's trembling sent tiny ripples through the blood where it pooled on the hard metal bed and Erol chuckled, tracing one path of dried blood with a gloved finger. It sent a shiver through the young boy's body, and Erol pressed harder; hard enough to bruise.
"Come on, boy. Scream for me again."
But Jak resisted, clamping his jaws together tightly and shutting his eyes. Erol tsked and shook his head, removing the glove from his right hand, and dug his bare fingers into a cut he had made on the boy's torso; Jak thrased and writhed, kicking out from beneath the commander, but remained silent. Erol allowed himself to be thrown off, an amused gleam in his eye. From his vantage point on the floor he watched Jak as the boy scrambled on the bed, slipping in his own blood. He picked up his knife and moved quickly over, grabbing a fistfull of dirty green-blonde hair and pulling the boy's head back, exposing his neck.
"Now, now, Jak, you know that's not the safeword." He spat the word out in mockery, straddling the boy. Jak pulled his head away, not meeting the commander's gaze. With a sound of disgust, Erol smashed Jak's head against the wall, then brought the flat of the blade up against the side of his head. Jak's eyes grew hazy and unfocussed, but still he refused to make a sound. Erol growled and drew the knife down his cheek and underneath his chin, then brought the point to the center of the boy's forehead. "You could end this now, Jak. I could end this now, but... I want to hear it from you," he purred, scraping the tip down Jak's nose and then lips. "Or I could add a little bit here-" he nicked one corner of Jak's mouth. "or here." he nicked the other. Then he smirked. "Maybe if I did, it might actually... fit."
Jak blinked blearily and Erol's grip on his hair turned oddly into a caress, the commander steadying his head. But he still wouldn't scream again; not when Erol asked. So he concentrated all his willpower on keeping his mouth shut.
Erol scowled and was about to hit him again when he noticed something along the boy's lips: a thin line of blood between the part that wasn't from his cuts. Discarding the knife, he wiped the line with the thumb of the hand that still held Jak's head, observing the stain it left on his glove. Glancing back at Jak he saw that the boy was regaining some measure of composure. "Something's causing you pain, boy," he said tenderly; frightenly. "And it isn't me."
Then he crushed his lips against Jak's, tongue probing between them.
Jak gasped, his concussion slowing his reflexes.
But too late; Erol had found his opening, and his tongue now dominated the youth's mouth, tasting the blood that had gathered there. He bit the boy's lips and tongue, savouring the metalic taste of Jak's blood. And then the commander felt pain blossom on his tongue and a taste distictly different from Jak's blood mixed in. He pulled back and brought a hand to his mouth; it came back red. His own blood. Looking back at Jak, he saw what the boy had been hiding: his teeth. Elongated, sharp, and pointed, they were everything but natural. The boy certainly hadn't had them before.
Erol chuckled and stuck a finger in Jak's mouth without a second thought, feeling the length of the teeth and their razer edges. "So this is what you were hiding... you'd rather endure pain caused by yourself than by me, hm?" he cooed. Jak gasped for breath; from choking on the commander's hand in his mouth or choking on his own blood, it didn't matter. "I bet these would feel exquisite on skin." Erol removed his hand from Jak's mouth and ran his fingers through Jak's hair, licking at the smeared blood on his face, whispering against the boy's skin. Their faces pressed together; their blood comingled.
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Then he grabbed the knife and dug it into Jak's shoulder.
Jak's scream filled the entire room.
Erol twisted the blade in Jak's flesh, carving deeper and wider.
"Listen, boy." Erol shook his head, looking directly at him. "I get what I want, when I want it. It would do you some good to remember that." He stood and left Jak twitching and panting on the bed, blood everywhere. He'd send for a doctor to make sure the boy wouldn't die; later, though. Before he left the room he turned around in the doorway and looked back at Jak. "Don't try to hide something like that from me again," he said. "Baron Praxis will be glad to hear that things are... progessing with the experiments."
Then he disappeared through the door, leaving Jak alone in a pool of his own humiliation.
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I'm such a sick fuck for liking that, but I don't care, it was really well-done, it was in-character, and it was deliciously twisted on Erol's part.
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You did very well, m'dear. If there's one thing you're especially good at, it's keeping everyone in-character. I have yet to read a fic of yours that I didn't like.
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Just... that was fucking incredible. I don't have words for this. Jesus, that was amazing. I don't know whether I was more disturbed or hot n' bothered by this, but this is brilliant ♥
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Then I did my job well! I am glad Anon approves. ♥
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Obvious as to who would be writing it, or who would be requesting this kink?
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