Time: Modern

You waited for your beloved to get home. You held a syringe softly in your hand, slowly turning it in your palm. Once the doorknob turned you put a smile on your face. Your beloved was coming in; coming home to you. The door opened and there stood your beloved Maven Calore. To have you doorknob be touched by his hands is a blessing

"Hello sweetie! Welcome home, darling!" You exclaimed, leaving him confused and frustrated. He scoffed as he crossed his arm.

"I am not your 'darling,' I am only here to--" you interrupted him by grabbing a fist full of his hair. You pulled his head down. Laughing, you pushed him to the floor with your body weight as you rush to sit on his back. Before he could struggle against you, you jabbed the syringe into his throat. You felt his body go limp from under you, his muscles relaxing as he lets out small grunts. So beautiful, your beloved was so peaceful when asleep. How lazy he was, sleeping in your living room. You let out a small giggle as you stood up. What to do, what to do. You grabbed both of Maven's arms and dragged him down the hall. He weighed more than you'd expect so it takes you awhile. Every day since you met Maven you've been working out, building your muscles for the day you get to drag your beloved into your room. You felt the need to call for your friend to help you carry this body but what if they think you're weird. They wouldn't understand of course. They wouldn't understand how much you love him, how good this is for him.

You grabbed his torso and threw him onto your bed, it takes a couple minutes but you managed. Licking your lips you held his hand, intertwining your fingers. You felt as if you were soothing him from what comes next. You reached to the bottom of your bed, grabbing ahold of the handcuffs taped to the bottom of the mattress. With a yank, you bring them up to Maven. You gently placed his hands in the handcuffs and cuffed him to the bedpost. Eventually, you did this to his feet, too. You get up, making a quick trip to the kitchen before returning with a dull knife in your hand.

You licked your lips again as you crawled on top of Maven's sleeping form. You started caressing his face with one hand and running the knife gently down his clothes with the other. You made sure not to cut the cloth while you sat down, cradling his waist with your thighs. When you get adjusted you started cutting a line down his sleeves before taking them off individually. You did the same to his shirt, getting excited when you saw his muscles.

"B-But of course, (Y/N), I'll always love you!" You mimicked his voice when your hand started lightly moving his strong jaw, making it seem like he was talking. It soothed you, seeing his face so smooth out and unclenched. You truly loved seeing people as they slept. Once his shirt was completely off you saw goosebumps on his skin.

"Are you cold?" You asked as if he'd answer. You hummed as you placed your hands on his biceps, watching his face and the gentle curving of his lips. He was breathing through his nose, his breath hitting your face as you moved closer to him. You rub his biceps with your fingers, almost soothing him. The muscles in his jaw twitch as a reaction. You need to not get distracted, you have a job to do. Backing away from him you look down at his pants.

"It's okay, sweetie. I won't take off your pants without permission, darling." You saw calmly as you stare at his belt. You moved on top of him slowly, the atmosphere getting barbaric as you start giggling. Your fingers began wrapping around his belt slowly before grasping it like a lifeline. With your pelvis's together you begin to rock back and forth. With a laugh and a small moan, you put your hand on his stomach.

Shaking your head, you decide it would be better when he awakes.

When you calm down you began sliding the knife down his chest slowly. You only drew blood twice as the red liquid came out in small drops. Before it dried you brought your lips to the open skin and licked it all up. You breathed heavily as you swallowed. His blood tasted better than everybody else's you've tasted.

Other's you've tasted... That reminds you! You laughed when you remembered, silly you! Getting off of Maven and leaving the knife on his chest you headed back to the kitchen. Two of your rooms were occupied with somebody. Your bedroom had Maven as your guest room had Kilorn. Kilorn himself, tied to a single chair in an almost-empty room. You've spent a lot of time working on that room so of course, he loves it. Specially made for him. You haven't feed him in awhile, you hope he isn't dead yet. Grabbing an apple with one hand you began heading to Kilorn's little room. The redness of the apple's skin makes you rub your thumb against it. Kilorn being locked up might seem very odd to you, considering you don't care a hair for the guy. The reason he's there is just to bring despair to Mare Barrow. Mare is the girl liked by your properties; Kilorn and Maven. Kilorn is her best friend so of course, she was devastated when you took him. Maven was yours the entire time, Mare doesn't know when to back off. It's your job to take away everything Mare loves. To bring despair to Mare has been your job ever since you first saw her. Mare has always been so deadly and beautiful: apple red lips, chocolate-toned hair. Everybody liked her, everyone except Maven of course. Because there is no way somebody like Maven could love her. The only person Maven loves is you, obviously! A horrible cackle left your throat as you opened the door to the guest room. You were already used to the horrible sight.

But to a new person like you, reader, I know it's far too terrible.

All of the walls were covered with photos of Mare, sometimes you asked for her permission to take one but most of them were taken from afar. Ever photo of her was beautiful, even when she was yawning or in the middle of a sentence, she was beautiful.

"Kilorn, darling. Are you enjoying yourself, sweetie?" You ask softly. Kilorn was free from his chair restraints but instead to the roof by his neck. The chain was long, sagging to the floor. He still felt confined nonetheless.

"Kilorn, Kilorn, Kilorn," you clicked your tongue, "I gave you permission to talk." You grabbed his chain slightly and tugged on it. He was so thin, bones pointing outwards against his naked flesh. His broken spirit makes him make a weak noise, going on all fours like an animal.

"Come on, I'm going easy on you." You growled, tugging on his chain harder. He whimpered and opened his mouth, slobber running down his lips. You saw his cut off tongue, he was looking at you like a beg. You sat down in front of him and placed your hands on his bony cheeks. You put the apple on the floor, letting it roll away.

"Now, now, baby. You have to try." You cooed. He eyes the apple with hunger. He muttered something on the lines of "I hate you." You smiled, "good job." You reached towards the apple and grabbed it, putting it to his lips for him to bite. He grabbed it before gnawing down. Standing up, you turned your back on him as you walked.

"Goodbye, darling. Enjoy your room." You snickered as you closed the door from behind you.

"Hey, (Y/N), I wonder if Maven is awake." You talked to yourself. When you opened the door to your bedroom you saw him slightly move around. Almost like a twitch. Good, he's not dead. Thank god you didn't kill him. After he was announced alive you sat on your bed, grabbing your notebook from your bed stand and starting writing about him.