Kink Me! #14
Kink Me! #14
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04:23:02
It’s dark.
It’s so fucking dark. He groans softly, his arm and head throbbing with a slow ebbing pain. He only hears the pounding of his heart, the sound of blood rushing through his veins. He can barely make out shapes in the darkness, shadowy, faraway things.
The terror comes fast after that. The unknown sinking deep in his bones, the fear of the things we don’t know as strong as it’s been since the beginning of time. There is no greater human instinct than to flee when fear ebbs near.
The floor is hard and cold beneath the thin cheap mattress, a measly pillow tossed on it- a small act of mercy. A token of affection. Merlin’s tongue is dry and his throat burns for the cool taste of water.
He remembers it all. He remembers his idiocy as he passed into the back alley to take photographs, his breath cold and crisp in the cold night air. He remembered walking, the pavement beneath his feet as he delivers the pictures to Gwen.
He can feel her lingering kiss on his cool cheek, her beautiful brown eyes shining with tears as he shows her the pictures. They were pictures he was proud of, pictures of a beautiful sunny day, of Gwen in her wedding dress and Lance looking uncomfortable in his baby blue suit.
Films of Morgana laughing with Leon’s arm around her waist, blurry pictures he kept for himself, golden blurs of black and white, too close to be clear. The golden blurs too close to the photographer to be seen. Tears prick at his eyes and he wants to scream, to scream for help because somebody must come sooner or later.
But that’s what he’s scared of because he also remembers the sound of his camera falling to the floor and the strength of the arms around his shaking body. Those were not the arms he is used to, those arms did not provide safety. Those hands wanted to hurt.
The panic rises fast when he reaches his hand out to touch. He fumbles, feeling nothing but cold metal.
Metal.
Space.
Metal.
Space.
Metal.
Cold, hard, freezing metal.
Bars.
A cage.
A tear slips down his dirty cheek and a word slips from the man’s lips with a sob.
A name.
Arthur.
Then the screaming begins.
“Somebody! Somebody help me! Please!”
But there’s no one to hear.
Merlin pushes himself against the hard brick walls, the rough cement digging into his back. His fingers shred through his hair as he clutches at his head, his knees tucked close to his body.
The fear is rising, slowly rising inside like tides in the sea. His hands shake, body shuddering with tremors. He’s never felt more alone, any more isolated.
He shakes harder still when he hears a voice answer back from the darkness.
And the sea rises higher still.
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04:27:02
“What else can we learn from the victims and the dumpsites?”
Officer Leon nods quickly, his hands trembling as he reaches for his manila folder. The team pretends not to notice. There is a moment of silence before Leon Knight begins, a moment filled respect and grief before they are to delve deep into their lives and analyze every single moment of its brief expanse.
The agents’ heads are bowed and some of their eyes are closed. These are the moments the victims they’ve lost flick through their heads, how close they were to saving them. If they had just been one second sooner, a moment earlier-
No- No. They are here now, with another life to save and no more time to lose. They have another chance to save a lover, a sibling and a friend. The opportunity given to so few, to save someone’s everything.
“The victims are randomly disposed of in dumpsters in back alleyways. The dumps occur around the estimated times of seven and eight o’clock in the morning-” Leon looks up, startled when Agent Rossi holds up a hand to stop him.
“Hold on, Officer. How did you get a timestamp on the body dumps? It would be wrong to assume he kills them right before he-”
Officer Leon coughs, but his eyes are narrowed and his jaw clenched. Rossi almost cracks a smile. They need a strong officer to assist them and it looks like they’ve got one.
“If you would be so kind as to let me finish, Agent Rossi. As I was saying, we were able to place the time because of the… bugs scattered on the bodies. The Dermestidae beetles specifically.”
Reid sits up straighter, his mind snapping hard and fast to attention. Finally, something he knew and understood. Something he could do to help all that are missing; all that have died, all who he’s been unable to save. “The Dermestidae beetles are most commonly referred to as skin beetles. These skin beetles are scavengers that feed on practically any organic material from hair to well, human skin.”
There’s a gasp through the speakers from the open laptop in the middle of the table. “Sorry, sorry but that’s… just nasty. Ugh. Sick bastard. Ignore me.” Garcia buries her face in her hands, her eyes peeking through.
Officer Knight smiles lightly, nodding at Agent Reid and Garcia.
“The victims faces were covered by black garbage bags that can be bought at any departmental store, they were the only things the beetles didn’t get to. There is one more thing about the victims, agents.”
The agents look up, worn and weary, their faces lined with sorrow and rage. They know what’s coming. They have seen it a million times before, but it doesn’t get any easier each time. “The victims. They were also sexually assaulted.”
Prentiss is the first to speak, her voice steady but under the table her nails are torn to shreds.
“Were they drugged?”
Each agent harbor their own feelings, some hope they were. Others-Reid, wishes that on no one.
When Leon answers his voice is secure and short. Angry. Enraged. Injustice does that to men.
“No drugs were found in their system. The victims were conscious through it all.”
Somewhere, someplace dark where the cold settles into bone, there are screams.
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Your writing style is remarkable! It doesn't feel like I'm reading this fic, I'm watching it. It's really, really gorgeous and I can't wait for you to post some more.
Oh god Merlin being assaulted while they discuss the case.. Even if they save him, he won't ever be the same man again. I fear my heart won't survive this. But I will follow you until the very end, dear author, for I just can't stay away.
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Thank you so much! I'm so happy you like it! <3
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04:40:05
“No! No! Shh. He’ll come down. Please, be quiet. I won’t hurt you.” Hands reach out from the darkness, small slender, pale fingers almost identical to his. He pauses, his breath hitching in his throat.
He wants to scream, wants to thrash out and save himself. Instead he freezes, his muscles locking and his eyes trained on the hands extending through the bars. The hands grasp for nothing, emptiness- space. It falters, as does the voice as it stills in the air.
“Please. If you’re there… if you’re even real- please. Don’t- don’t leave me.” The voice is broken and young, too young to be part of something like this. But nobody could ever be truly ready for something like this anyway.
The fear is choking him but he still reaches out, intertwining their fingers together. Their hands are clenched so tightly together, streaks of dark bruises already staining their pale white skin.
“You’re real. You’re real.” The other sobs, his voice hitching in his throat. Merlin feels the tears prick at the back of his eyes, what has that monster done? What will he do?
“You’re going to be okay. Someone will find us. We’ll be safe alright? I promise you. What’s- what’s your name?”
His voice is raspy in the dark, his throat scratchy and burning with every word.
When the other replies, it is quiet and shaky. Fear is etched into every word, for terror can sink into the very depths of everything and everyone.
“That’s not for you to promise. We’re going to die and no one will ever remember our names.”
The fingers tighten in the black shadows empty of voices and hope. Fear chokes them all.
“That’s why we have to remember for each other. I’m- I’m Merlin. Merlin Emrys. What’s your name?”
It is quiet for a long while and Merlin wonders for a second if the terror strangled the other. He wonders how long until the same thing happens to him.
“Mordred. Mordred Breen.”
Merlin smiles, a soft sad smile and nods until he realizes that there’s no way Mordred could possibly see.
In the darkest of shadows hands find another to hold, and human beings clutch at one another in the presence of monsters.
The tides of fear continue to lap at their souls but they can finally hold their head above the water.
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Brilliant. Just so incredibly.. I'm speechless!
I'm glad Merlin hasn't been tortured yet. Though I fear this experience will change him nevertheless. It's terrible, even if it's just fictional, but it happens in the real world all the time.
(And yay for Muse ;))
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<3
I didn't think anyone would catch that. :P <3
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