blood

[inventrix]

The strap tightened around his neck, suffocating, strangling him, and he couldn't move, couldn't take it off.

"I thought you liked me." Eriko stood in front of him, frowning, tears in her eyes. "Don't you? Why do you keep hurting me?" She leaned forward, her hair falling over her shoulders in a shimmering wave, her eyes boring into him, fixing him in place. "Don't you like me? You're mine." Her tongue flicked out, the long, forked tip brushing against his collar bone. "Don't you like being mine?"

Leo tried to struggle, tried to brace himself for what he knew was coming, tried to do anything but lie frozen, he couldn't breathe he couldn't do anything--

A sharp pain burned across his chest like a knife, startling him. It wasn't Eriko.

"You want to be mine," purred a voice and suddenly he was staring into a different pair of eyes; vivid green, framed by red. Cya. "Don't you, darling."

The feel of teeth on his throat and he shivered and gasped for air, the collar snug against his skin like a golden caress. Yes, he tried to answer, but the word stuck in his throat.

Cya grinned at him, sharp-toothed, her lips smeared red with blood - his blood - and the knife burned into him again, and again, leaving him breathless and shivering as she carved bold letters across his chest. MINE.

Yes, yours.

She traced a heart around the word, painting it in his blood, then lifted her red-stained finger to her mouth, licking it. "You're delicious," she whispered.

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Leo jolted awake as his alarm clock clanged at him, blinking disoriented at the sunlight.

Comments

[aldersprig]

Oh, oh dear. Wow.

Wow.

…wow…

[inventrix]

Do I want to ask you to elaborate? XD

[aldersprig]

I’m not sure I can but I’ll try.

this… Is this a nightmare or a good dream or one becoming the other? Is the the collar bringing it up or the knifeplay or…?

[inventrix]

It's a nightmare becoming a good dream, triggered mostly by the collar.

[aldersprig]

Hunh. I don’t have that.

but then yay. also wow, but yay.

[inventrix]

The long form is that their play so far is acting as a kind of therapy? >.> building new associations. And he has a serious bloodplay kink. <.< ANYWAY I gotta practice

[aldersprig]

Practice?

Also, good for therapy!

[inventrix]

Practice! Writing sort of kink!

[inventrix]

I guess I didn't code it as positive enough. *reads it critically* I'd like feedback if you feel up to it at some point.

[aldersprig]

*reads it again thoughtfully* I think I got hung up on the parallels between the two women a little too much.

[inventrix]

Ooooohhh. I got it. Hmm!

[inventrix]

This makes me want to write an ACTUAL kink scene though.

[aldersprig]

Yess!

Also I’ve read this like 6 times now.

[inventrix]

So what I was aiming for was, you know when you have a dream and a person or place just changes into another but it's almost like it's been that the whole time? The only actual similarities between them are the collars and that they're both women. Also I guess the possession bit, but that's less about them and more about Leo.

(He had just straight-up nightmares about Eriko and collars after the first time Cya put a collar on him.)

[aldersprig]

Ah! Okay, yes, I now those things. And… hrrm. Like, I got that feeling, I just didn’t quite get the shift to positive.

(Aww Leo)

[inventrix]

Yeah, this is... well, this is similar to what Lady Rowyn blogged about the other day, isn't it. xD The post about differentiating between for-reader-enjoyment and horrifying-the-reader with certain kink things, like non-con or torture.

I will ponder my word choices and consider how to make it read more positively when someone is slicing words into your chest!

[aldersprig]

...giggle snort. <3