TRIGGER WARNING - KIDNAPPING, STABBING, MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT, BLOOD 

A piercing headache spread across my forehead, my eyesight blurry and splotchy. I go to rub my eyes but I feel a pull on my wrists, chains? The room is dark and smells like wet...I don't know...wet and mold? I have no clue how I ended up here. I blink my eyes a few times and they kind of adapt to my surroundings. I am chained to the wall, my hands above my head, legs shackled together at my ankles. I groaned at the metal digging into my now bleeding wrists, but it was muffled, I could feel the duct tape across my mouth.

Okay...so I am kidnapped....in a dark room...no memory of how I got here...shit.

I'm still clothed...okay. My shirt was ripped and had blood on it, I'm assuming it is mine. My skirt is bloody, my fishnets are ripped, and I had no clue where my shoes are. My headache starts to go away, but I definitely have some sort of concussion. A few memories began to shoot back, I was walking back from Saturday Ritual...alone? Why didn't Terzo walk me back? At the latest Aether or Dew would have walked me back if my best friend couldn't...but I would never walk back alone. I remember two men in all black and masks grabbing me from behind, I remember pulling my dagger out from my garder sheath....I definitely did not have it now. I recall stabbing one of them, but then it goes blank. I can't remember anyt....

The door squeaks open. A man in all black and a ski mask walks in, "Finally, you're awake" he walks into the room, closing the door and locking it with a key on a ring that clipped to his belt. I just stare back, trying to keep a cool demeanor and my resting bitch face strong, "Quiet are we?" Again...just stay silent y/n, "Well, welcome to the Cenacle" THE CENACLE?! LIKE THE PLACE OF THE FIRST CHURCH IN THE BIBLE? Thank Satan for Secundo's boring ass history lectures. Okay so I've been kidnapped by members of the Christian faith...not very love thy neighbor huh? The guy just keeps pacing towards me...like can we hurry this up...I know Terzo is probably going insane right now and Papa Nihil is probably trying to calm his ass down, but it won't work, "You are here for a very specific reason, you see we know you hold a position of power in the Linköping Cathedral" Power? Dude...I'm just a clergy member, "We know of the sinful behavior happening within those walls and, we want the church back for the one and true religion left on Earth" Oh...so you owning a majority of all churches across the globe isn't enough...ugh...bastard.

I don't think this guy understands that, one, I am only dating the equivalent of the Pope so my power...wait hold up...do I actually hold power...wait wait wait...HA I DO SUCK IT! And two, I am still duct taped and shackled, so if he wants me to respond he better take those keys out again, and best believe i'll be taking those eventually, "So, you are going to stay here for a while until that deal is done" he creeps closer to me face, Im sitting as still as possible, his face creeping even closer to mine, I can feel his breath on my neck as he gets even closer to my ear, "and my men know to enjoy your company as much as possible" with a light chuckle, he walks out of the room, I can hear the door click, sealing myself back in this black, smelly prison.

I guess I'll...sleep? I don't know I just got kidnapped and told that I'm a plaything until Terzo goes to every individual person involved and slaughters them in a slow, agonizing death. So we could be here for a while. Trying to get comfortable while my ass is on this cold stone floor, arms falling asleep, and definitely having a few fractures is not the optimal way to sleep, but hey. Terzo will be here. He has to get here. He loves me...right?

BANG!

IM UP IM UP god... my ass is numb. My throat is more than dry...that hasn't happened since I've dated Terzo. My body is darkened with new bruises and my arms are so numb I can't feel my fingers moving, or if they even are moving. I can't tell if it is the same guy from yesterday, but he's in the same clothes, "Morning you fuckin' heathen." Wow...heathen...I'm so insulted. He walked, basically ran to me and grabbed my chin with his bony, cold, callused hands, "We're gonna have a good time today, just you and me" I could smell the communion wine on his breath and could tell he didn't attend Sunday service, some christian. I guess he must have seen the mischievous glint in my eyes at the sly comments I wish I could spew out because next thing I know he slammed my head against the wall, and I feel dizzy, more coldness, and yep... I blackout...Satan damnit

Im definitely fucked. My head is pounding, my clothes are torn off and I feel new cuts, some deep stab wounds in my side, pouring blood. Where is Terzo? Hell I know Aether, Omega, Rain, SOMEONE would care to find me, were all friends right? I thought of them as brothers, family but this isn't what family would do, leave you here to die? Be assaulted and tortured. I'm really losing faith here. Terzo loves me...we've been together for years, since we were kids. Why? Why isn't he here? THE LITERAL LEADER OF THE SATANIC CHURCH CAN'T FIND ME? Or maybe he is happy to get rid of me...is he better off single? I know he flirts a lot with other people on tour but he always comes home to me...we share a room for Satan's sake why does it feel like he doesn't care?

BANG!

Great another visitor, this time he has a giant knife, it looks like my own dagger but I can barely hold my head up anymore and my vision is non-existent at this point. I guess this is it. I'm dead, "So, looks like my boys had fun" ah, the same asshole from the first day, "I guess your Papa? Is that what you call that lunatic?" He's walking closer, more as if he is a cocky toddler getting his way than just walking as a grown adult, "I guess he could care less about your life because he didn't give our deal a second thought." What? He probably didn't even listen. Terzo why could you not be stubborn for ONCE?, "He denied it before I could explain where you were" Shit. I'm fucked. I guess I should recite some prayers, "he sounded rather calm, happy I would say" I feel the tip of the blade glide up my bare torso, dancing lightly across my throat, and trailing up onto my cheek, "Such a shame really, you are a nice piece of ass"

This fucker touched me? Oh hell no. I can feel my anger festering, my blood beginning to rush around my body reheating the rage. I somehow find the strength, I snap my neck up, and look him in the eyes, "So feisty, I like it" A smirk spreads across his face and I lunge at him. I can't hold back anymore, I really let a man treat me like this. I am yf/n yl/n. I'm no weak ass maiden in need of being defended by a man, even if you love that man better than any other person in the entire world, but nevertheless I'm gonna get out of this. I feel the blade press into my throat, the metal separating the flesh. I lunge away from the blade, "Oh suddenly feeling like fighting back huh? So sad." Fuck it. I'm not going down without a fight.

The duct tape is days old, I bite it with my teeth and spit it out, the first profanities I try to scream do not come out. I guess not talking for several days can do that to a person, "ha, trying to plead your case? Begging for forgiveness?" His arrogant posture made me want to rip him apart limb by limb, atom by atom. I swear let me out of these chains, "I guess we can have a little fun, at a cost..." I feel the dagger go into my stomach, burning like holy water, sealed with the blasphemous teachings of the Bible...ewww. I feel something come up my throat, blood...shit...what organs did he hit... "Alright I guess you want your award now" He straddles my legs and pulls out the keys and unlocks my chains on my hands? Okay? Is he dumb? I guess so

I felt my arms drop like bricks, they were pale...sickly...my veins were sticking out desperate for blood. I could not move them. Damnit, "I'll be back once your arms work, it is much more fun when they put up a fight" They? Who the fuck is they? Anyway he leaves, locking the door again. Every time I try to force my arms into motion, I cough up more blood. Am I really gonna die here? Whatever. You...you tried y/n. I start to cry. I gave it my all. I really wanted to live, but nobody came. Why? Did I talk too much? Try too hard? Did he love me? Did he find someone else on tour? Whatever y/n, just die in your sleep. So close your eyes...fade awa...

"Y/N" Too late. I'm gone, "Y/N nonononon stay awake stay awake I'm here please I'm here" I feel his arms wrap around me, but my eyes are too heavy, I barely get out my words of relief, "Terzo...you didn't forget" I feel a slight smile on my face and everything goes black.

Ughhhhh lucifer these lights. Why do the gates of Hell have such bright lights? I still can't move my body. Am I in Hell? I try to blink away the lights.

Beep...Beep...Beep...

Shit. I'm alive. Okay. Just you have to be in an infirmary, I think Terzo was there? I remember feeling like I was in his arms, or was that my brain trying to give me a last moment of happiness, "Mi cara, mi cara please, please listen to me" Terzo. You're a bitch. The last thing I want to do is dramatically wake up out of a near death experience and act like you are my savior, "I can tell you're mad at me, audite me, please." Him speaking Latin won't work this time. I swear all he does is charm me. I'm still angry, I groan to show disdain, he chuckles, "Ah mi amor. You still have your feisty spirit, you know I worship that about you" Satan okay. I can feel him holding my hand, gently stroking the back of it. His other hand rested on my cheek. The charm is working. I mean, he would have gotten to me eventually. 

I force open my eyes and look to the left, his Papa makeup smeared with tears, shirt covered in blood, I guess mine, and hair a mess. I've never seen him so...so...disheveled. He always made it a point to be perfect and polished, he would breakdown sometimes but never this much. I know my face reflects my shock. His eyes shift from a look of desperation to compassion, "I'm okay mi amor, stop worrying about me." We both let out an exasperated sigh, "You know I will always do that" I manage to croak out. I lifted the hand intertwined with his on my lap, and I lift the other and move my fingers, "You lost a lot of blood. I should know," He pulls his sleeve up on his right arm, a strip of tape over a piece of gauze was under the sleeve. Now I felt even more useless, "No, y/n, it did not hurt, and it was not useless, if I lost you I-" His eyes started watering. He moved your interlaced fingers to rest his face on the back of your palm, "I- thought I failed you mi amor. You...you were gone for four days. I tried to find you, Aether and Sodo helped, Omega did too."

"You...you did try to find me?" His face looked shocked,

"What do you take me for?"

"Terzo, mi amor, I- I lost hope." Terzo's face fell more

"No...mi cara mi vita don't say that" He stood up and let go of my hand. He dropped to his knees, "Please, forgive me, kill me if you must." His hands now clasped together, "I never stopped looking, longing, I haven't slept, you are my via, my vita, my cor."

I tried to sit up but hissed because of the shock wave of pain. I guess the stab wound was deeper than I thought. He stood up and helped me, I motioned for him to get into the bed with me. He hesitated at first,

"Terzo. Please. I need you now. More than before, more than in that cell. Just hold me." With a bow of his head, he laid down, arm around my shoulders, hand resting on my hip. I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat caused so many emotions, I felt tears sting my eyes, "Y/N are you crying mi amor?" I just nodded. I mean yeah. I was gone for days, starved and tortured all I wanted was him. He pulled me closer to his body and whispered sweet nothings in my ear, "I will never ever let you out of my sight again, never fear mi amor, amo magno amore tu." His hand found his way to my hair, he always knew how to calm me down, "Amo tu." I say, "Amo tu amor" he says into my hair. Maybe I can forgive him. Besides, I have no doubt those Christians suffered. Riot in Heaven. So here I lay, in love, in Terzo's arms, alive. "Rest now please mi amor, I'll lay here for eternity if I must" Annoyed by his chokehold of affection, but exhausted beyond belief, I cave into the comfort.