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problematicenby · 8 months ago

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An Unbeating Heart

Comm by: @guiltystray

Wc: 4.6k

Ren Hana/Male reader

Warnings: descriptions of gore and mutilation, a brief description of jerking off, **Minors Dni**

"Ren... I-I'll do anything else..." I mumble, staring at the man sitting - tied up - in front of me. "Just please don't make me hurt anyone..." The more I look at Lawrence the more nervous I seem to get.

...

He tugs the knife out of Lawrence's body, wiping the blood off on the *dead* man's shirt before holding it out to me. "You won't be hurting anyone anymore, he's dead, he won't feel a thing."

"Ren… I-I'll do anything else…" I mumble, staring at the man sitting - tied up - in front of me. "Just please don't make me hurt anyone…" The more I look at Lawrence the more nervous I seem to get.

My eyes flicker between Ren and Lawrence. There's a look in Ren's eyes that makes me shiver and turn my eyes to the ground, unable to bear looking at either of them any longer.

"Just don't have the stomach for it, do you?" I let out a yelp at Ren's voice. It feels louder than before, more consuming. My free arms seem to wrap around me automatically, trying to soothe myself by taking deep breaths (although it doesn't seem to be doing too much). I take a moment before finally shaking my head.

Maybe it would have been easier if I didn't know Vincent. Sure, it was only briefly that we talked and he's kind of nuts near the end but he was nowhere near as bad as Ren is turning out to be.

I hear Ren hum and finally look back up at him, trying to ignore Lawrence. Ren makes that hard when he digs his nails into the man's shoulder and has him crying out from behind the gag. "I guess it is asking a little too much." I let out a hum, scared to try and talk, my voice might betray me. When I see him hold out his hand I hesitate, clutching the knife a little tighter.

"You can watch me do it"

The collar he put me in feels heavy on my shoulders. What? He can't expect me to just willingly hand over the knife and watch. The smile on his face tells me otherwise, and I let out a whine, squeezing my eyes shut and surrendering the knife into his hand. "I suppose I should be more flexible…" He lets out a small, almost silly-sounding laugh, it's less than human and it makes sense in theory. He's not human after all, he told me a while ago…

It feels longer than just yesterday.

I gulp, watching as he moves fully behind Lawrence. The knife that he adjusts in his grip comes under Lawrence's neck and forcing the man to look up and lean as far back as he can on the chair he's in so it doesn't cut his throat.

"I didn't think you'd be so delicate."

I can't tell who Ren is talking to, me or Lawrence. He's staring right at Lawrence, or, more at the knife than anything, it's a lot better than when he was staring right at me but still, it doesn't make this situation feel any better. No matter who that sentence was supposed to be directed to.

Everything about this feels wrong. From the way Ren holds the knife to the way I'm stuck here watching, one of my hands comes up to the Collar around my throat, tugging at it nervously.

The silence that fills the air is plenty uncomfortable and I'm pretty sure if it continues this way I'm going to explode from stress.

That, for whatever reason, seems to be the time Ren moves. The knife is taken from Lawrence's throat and plunged into his arm. I let out a whimper, flinching back from the sudden movement and needing to resist the urge to cover my ears when Lawrence let out a muffled scream. The gag barely does anything to conceal his pain and that just seems to make Ren more excited. He looks right back at me as he digs the knife deeper, he looks so amused, eyes sharp, animal-like. It makes me feel like I'm going to throw up but I can't bring myself to look away, just focusing on Ren.

He's breathing harder, it's ragged, excited just like his face. His mouth grew into a grin and he flashed me his fangs as he twisted the knife into the man below him.

I force myself to tear my eyes away from Rens and instead look at Lawrence. His head is hung low and there are wet spots on his pants from crying, he looks as miserable as I feel.

"How do you feel?" I blink away tears I could feel welling in my eyes and look back up at him before glancing at the wall.

I open my mouth but no words come out. The longer the silence of me not answering the more scared I seem to get. My head whips back over when I hear another scream from Lawrence. I let out a whine when I saw what Ren’s done.

The knife is pressed to his throat once more, blood shines on the blade but I don't let myself look away again, instead focusing on the sight.

Ren has Lawrence by the hair, keeping his head forced back so I can clearly see the knife and how it presses against his neck, one wrong move and he dies. The words go unspoken but Ren makes it clear enough.

My hand drops back to my side.

"Answer me." He hisses, I barely noticed when he stopped staring at me with those animalistic eyes, they're better now, normalish. But now he's pissed off, looking like he’ll snap at any moment and I'm not sure what to do with that information.

"I-"

The words don't want to come out, I try to force them but all that seems to do is make tears form in my eyes once again, I rock nervously on my feet. "I'm scared!"

The dam breaks.

"This is wrong!"

"Can't you see he's in pain!?"

"I'm scared!"

"I don't want this!"

He laughs.

He starts laughing at me, that same damn inhuman laugh he gave before. "That's better." I let out a small sob that I cut off right after, shaking my head and glancing back down at the floor, staring down at Lawrence's feet.

My eyes slide shut, trying to use this calm moment to stop my racing heart. Why did this have to happen to me of all people? What was so interesting about me that made him want to take me so badly?

A scream - muffled? - rips me out of my thoughts, my head shoots up and locks on the knife that's been stabbed right into the bottom of his gut. We're both helpless in this, aren't we? I let out a whimper as I stared at the two, refusing to look Ren in the eyes even though I knew he wasn't looking at me.

He's focused on that knife, focused on how it dug itself into Lawrence so easily just like the first time. He's gone right over the shirt the man was wearing too, putting a hole in Lawrence's shirt is so mean too… focus.

Stop distracting yourself, stop it. I need to focus, I need Ren to not be mad at me. I'm scared.

I gag when he drags the knife upwards and cuts through flesh like it's nothing. Curving the knife up, revealing, holy shit.

A hand comes up to my mouth and covers it and I gag again, more violent this time. Tears are running down my cheeks as I shake my head and pull my eyes away from the sight.

His organs were just sitting there, open to the air. He's still alive.

I can hear his breathing slowing but he's still alive.

I let out a harsh sob and bend over slightly, my other arm wrapping around my stomach like that'll save me from the awful scene that's happening right in front of me.

I tug my hand away from my mouth and suck in a harsh breath, pulling myself up again, coughing horribly. I must have stopped breathing there for a moment. I blink away the slight blurry black spots in my vision before sneaking a glance at Ren. He's so excited about doing this, killing Lawrence, it makes me want to gag again but my body can't find a reason to.

"I have an idea." Ren's voice makes me feel sick but my body automatically reacts to his voice and I look at him fully, waiting for an answer. My eyes search him for any resemblance to the man I met at that bar, the one that hadn't done any of this, the one I didn't know did all this.

He tugs the knife out of Lawrence's body, wiping the blood off on the dead man's shirt before holding it out to me.

"You won't be hurting anyone anymore, he's dead, he won't feel a thing." I glance back at Lawrence, my eyes seem to find Ren's claws instead, the way one hand is dug into the body's tender flesh.

I glance back at Ren, finally reaching out and taking the slightly bloody knife from him. "I want you to take his heart out."

What.

I let out a whine as I stared at him, eyes searching for even a hint of a lie, of a joke.

He can't expect me to do that.

The collar is heavy on my shoulders and I let out a shaky breath.

I don't…. have a choice.

I take a step closer to Lawrence's body before looking up at Ren, he's got that awful smile still plastered on his face.

I don't think he'll be any more forgiving, I have to do this.

I stare at the bloody mess of his body before me, I glance down at the knife in my hands, the way it shakes slightly.

Is that fear of Ren, or fear of what I'm about to do?

What I have to do, I remind myself.

I can do this.

"Go on!" Ren's encouragement doesn't help, but, still, I do as he says.

I bring the knife to the middle of the large cut and give one last glance up at Ren before finally pulling the knife up and into the man who was just alive moments ago. I can't tear my eyes away from the sight of what I'm doing, the way the knife so easily cuts through all his different layers and lets his organs spill more. More and more of them being revealed the longer I cut. It's jagged, nothing like how clean Ren's looked. I'm well aware he's… Experienced in doing this but still, it feels like I'm disappointing him in a way.

I don't look up to see if he is or not.

No, I focus on the cut, pulling up until I hit bone. My breathing is slightly labored by the time I'm done and the only thing I can seem to hear is my own breathing and the pounding of my heart.

Fuck, the heart is under the ribs, I must have just hit the ribcage.

How hard is it to break ribs? I'll need to go through them to get to the heart, his heart… Lawrence's unbeating heart.

I shake my head to try and rid myself of those thoughts before taking a breath and forcing myself to press on.

I tugged the knife out of the cut I made, that was a test, I knew I wouldn't get to the heart… It was just to practice, so, so I'm not as nervous.

I take a peek up at Ren, flinching back slightly when I see him just staring at me, with a large grin, he's really red, he's also… Panting, his tail is wagging behind him.

I glance away with a gulp. Just don't focus on him, focus on what he wants you to do. My free hand touches the collar, reminding myself of the pain that's to come if I don't do this.

It's just a few cuts until I get to the ribs, I can figure out what to do then, I can figure out how easy it'll be to get my hands bloody once I get to that point.

I'm fine.

The knife in my hand moves over to the general area where I assume his heart is, it should be here, hopefully…

I gently tug off the button-up, revealing the clean skin that hasn't been touched yet, my free hand gently runs over it with a soft breath before I press the tip of the knife right below his collarbone. It's so light it barely moves his skin.

I stare, preparing myself for the sight of blood even though I know there's already blood all over his body.

I squeeze my eyes shut, tug in a breath, and stab into Lawrence, right until I hit bone before dragging down.

When my eyes peek open the first thing I see is the blood that begins to leak down the wound onto more untouched skin. It doesn't bleed as much as I expect but the sight still makes me feel strange, like I want to puke, like I want- no, no, need to keep going.

I let the knife drop to the floor, barely glancing to see where it lands and clangs on the floor. I don't need it right now.

I stare at my hands before glancing at the cut I made to get to his heart.

I lean forward, my hands touching his skin, thumbs grazing the cut before I dig them in, forcing myself to do it without thought. The feeling of his blood, of his flesh is the first thing that really catches my attention and I let out a shaky breath as I open the wound up. Lawrence's flesh is pliant under my hands and the skin seems to tear away so easily. I squish at the flesh and watch as more blood falls down his skin.

There's something so, intriguing about watching blood seep from a wound I made. Something about the way I can turn his flesh and see all the layers: his fat, his skin, muscle. I cut through all of that. I did that, I used my hands, a knife, and I cut through his skin. I didn't watch anyone do it, I didn't cut off Ren's already-made cut.

I dug the knife into him and cut him open.

I can see his ribs if I pull the flesh back enough, and I do, I tug and tug, making sure the flesh stays separated and gives me a clean opening to his ribs.

I reach in, feeling the blood on my hands, feeling a rib in my hold, it's smooth, slimy and I let out a short, panted breath, I adjust myself, trying to ignore the heat gathering in my pants.

I adjust my grip on a rib, trying to figure out the best way to try this before bracing myself and bending.

There's a loud crack that rings out in the room, that's the only thing that seems to alert me to the rest of the room.

I can hear my own heavy breathing and a second, more panty breath coming from inside the room too.

I wonder if Lawrence is still alive for a second even though I know he's not, he's clearly dead, no one could survive that.

I pull my hands out of his body and the rib comes with me, it's dropped to the floor soon after.

Then I remember Ren is in the room with me and I blush, face getting hotter (When had it even gotten even a little hot?) as I glance to the side to meet his gaze. He's off to the side, instead of where he was before. He's staring at me with such animal-like eyes. They've got that hint of excitement in them but they're also… Needy? It's only when I look down do I realize why.

I advert my eyes right back to the body in front of me. He's rubbing his dick through his pants.

"Keep going." He hums, it's a lot needier than his other requests and I let out a meek whine, trying to ignore him even though, now that I'm aware of him, it's hard to do so. I can feel his eyes on my every move and hear the way his breathing changes - picks up - the second my hands are back on Lawrence's body.

How far is he going to go if I keep doing this?

I take a breath before trying to get back into the flow of what I was doing. The warmth of his body, that heart, that wonderful feeling of taking someone apart comes back.

It's so much easier without the burden of needing to kill someone.

I don't want to hurt people, but he's dead, he's gone, I watched as he died. He can't feel any of this.

Crack.

Another rib breaks in my hands and I toss it on the ground near the others. My hands are sticky with blood, wet, red, they've never felt or looked better. I rub Lawrence's blood on his skin, smearing it all over his body before going right back into him with a laugh.

Fuck, am I getting a boner?

I look down, eyes trailing off to the bloody bones lying on the floor, I take a quick glance at my pants and clear my throat, quickly looking back up right after.

Yes, yes I am.

I take a slow, steady breath, trying to blink away the shock.

A boner?

Is this really that much of a turn-on?

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts before huffing and digging my hands back into his body. I feel along his insides, feel along the rough edges of where I snapped the ribs from the rest of his body. My hands slowly trail down, following the thing that connects all the ribs… What's that called again? The memory, or name, doesn't pop up in my head so I just shrug and continue on until I get to the next rib. My hands wrap around the bone, feeling it in my hand.

Squeezing slightly before I start to bend, the feeling of it bending under my will before snapping is wonderful, so, so wonderful.

I pull the rib out and start at it, feel and spread the blood on it before letting it drop onto the pile of ribs I'm slowly gathering.

How many do I need to take off..?

I rack my mind and come back empty… Until it supplies me with something I can't quite place. I tug my hands out and stack them on top of each other in fists before sticking them back in the spot I took the ribs out.

I wince as I hit the bottom bone.

I'll take off that one too. I don't know how Ren wants the heart but I'd prefer it in one piece.

I shiver at the thought of holding Lawrence's heart in my hands, how much does it weigh?

I can't wait to find out.

A hand clutches onto that rib I hit and the other finds it soon after, finding a good angle since this one seems to jut out a bit more than the last few and bending until I hear that same snap.

My shoulders untense, it feels like days since that happens. It's nice.

This one snapped longer than the others so I have to manoeuvre it slightly when tugging it out of his body but it's not that hard. The longer bone feels amazing in my hands. I feel it, testing the weight. How much heavier is the heart? Would Ren let me keep a bone?

I shake my head and toss the bone down before digging back in, through his ribcage.

The first meat I feel is full of air, a lung, is my first assumption.

I'll have to take that out to get to the heart, won't I? It'd be easier that way.

I look around the floor until I catch sight of the knife and pick it back up.

I spare a glance at Ren, only to find his pants undone, his dick out- I look away with a huff.

I wasn't sure when his panting had turned into moans but he didn't seem to want to disturb me, too focused, and wanting to watch.

I give him one more look, not to his face but instead watching for a few moments. He gently rubs his dick, stroking it, slowly, like he wants to make it last.

The whine that leaves my throat is guttural and my grip on the knife tightens.

Suddenly the collar feels heavier on my neck, suddenly, I remember why I started doing this, remember that this wasn't something I was doing just because I could.

I shake my head.

Don't focus on that.

You're fine.

I'm fine.

Just focus on what you're doing, it's better than focusing on him.

I reach into Lawrence with one hand, finding the lung once more, I feel along it, trying to find where it attaches to the rest. I find it after a moment, it's in an uncomfortable spot and I have to tug on it to make it easier for me to grab.

It's this long cord-like thingy, like, right on the side of the lung. I'm sure it extends to wherever in the body but this is the closest thing I can get. I can feel everything around it.

I can feel other organs pressing against my hand, I can feel the organ in my hand.

This is so perfect.

My thumb digs into the tube and, while it doesn't do much - curse me and biting my nails - it lets me get a better grip on what I need.

Slowly I bring the knife into his body and adjust, tugging at the lung attachment thing so I can rest the knife on the tube.

I'm not sure the best way to go about cutting it would be so I just hope for the best and begin to saw at it. I can feel it beginning to break away and a smile, a bigger one - when did I start smiling? - begins to make its way on my face. I let out a small laugh as I push and saw at the organ, slowly removing it from the body.

The second the knife pushes through to whatever is behind it I pull back. The knife is brought out. It and my hand completely covered in blood, Lawrence's blood.

I stab it carelessly into his thigh and bring that hand right back in, grabbing the other side of the lung before pulling it out into my hands. It's light.

That's the first thing I notice, it's horribly light, can't be more than a few pounds, if that.

I can so easily squish my fingers in and it bends around my movements. It's beautiful, covered in blood and cut, it's like it was meant to be in my hands, meant to be cradled out of the body. It wasn't meant to be trapped in a body, wasn't meant to be unappreciated for all of its pure wonder.

I move the lung to one hand and pull the knife out with the other. I support the organ, cradling it gently as I bring the knife up, resting it on its fragile flesh. The knife is moved, positioned so just the tip is pressed against it before slowly being driven in. The air deflates the moment the puncture is made. It falls flat against my hand and its beauty is sought after before gently being put down on the ribs.

I'll have time to truly appreciate its beauty once I'm done, there are so many more wonderful things to see.

I stare down at the lung for a moment more before going back to Lawrence's body and reaching inside, trying to find the heart now that the lung isn't in the way. I touch a sac after a moment, and upon further inspection, I find that it is the heart. Since when was the heart in a sac? I shake my head, it doesn't matter anyway.

I bring the knife into the cavity next and pull the sac closer to the hole, easily piercing it with the knife and groaning quietly when the heart liquid stuff gets all over my hands.

Okay, focus, focussss. How do I get the heart out? What is it attached to in there?

My hand slides along the heart and it isn't long before I make it to an attachment piece, it's squishy, rather big but it seems easy enough to cut through. I tug it as close as I can to the hole I made before readying the knife and beginning to saw through the thing.

It becomes clear that it's a vein or artery or, well, something that holds blood, when some begins to fall from the knife to the hand holding the heart attachment thing steady. The more I cut the more there is and it's wonderful, can't see it very well but oh, the feeling of the blood travelling down my hand, my wrist, down my arm and dripping off onto the floor and my shoes.

I saw until the knife broke through and tried to tug the heart out, growling when it didn't come free. I trailed and once more found another. This one is more squishy, less thick than the first.

I repeat the process and oh, the way the blood flows down it too.

When that one’s not the last, I move on again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, until all of them are freed and the heart is tugged out of his body easily.

When I step back, I look down, the floors wet, slippery from blood that made its way out of the wounds and down to the floor, it's slowly dripping, piling, barely as loud as the moans and pants coming from Ren that barely phase me anymore.

My eyes come to my arms next. I knife discarded moments later so my less bloody arm can touch and prod at the wonders that are the bloody, so, so wonderfully bloody arm I have.

And not a drop is mine!

Finally, my eyes move to the heart, all cut out of the body, unbeating, dead.

It shows just how dead Lawrence is, his center, his being, the thing that kept him alive stopped and was going to be left there to rot.

But I did something to stop that, I freed it from its rotting cell, made sure that it was okay, I saved the heart from its prison.

I softly squeeze the heart, release, squeeze. Over and over, like a real heartbeat, I watch it squirt blood at every squeeze, it drips down my fingers as I hold onto it.

My free hand runs along every little colour, feeling, touching anything that's not smooth, exploring the heart of the man that, if I hadn't met, none of this would be happening.

I wouldn't have ever gotten to experience this.

He's opened me to a whole new world.

His body has shown me the beauty in this world, in this place, next to Ren.

Ren…

I look at Ren, finally, it feels like forever since I've done that. I feel so much lighter now, freer even though that collar is still there, mocking my every movement. He stopped jerking off and I'm sure if I saw the ground there'd be cum splattered with blood. He tucked his dick back into his pants and is just watching me now, such an intense stare like he needs to take in every detail of this moment.

"I got the heart." I'd murmur after a few seconds, right, this was for him.

He let me experience this.

"I knew we'd get along." He purrs and takes a step forward, taking the heart - no - into his hold, like he took it out in the first place. "You did wonderfully."

My hand feels empty without it, it feels like I'm missing a piece.

"How about we go get you cleaned up?"

I give a final look at Lawrence’s body and shiver, I did that.

"Okay…"

#Btd #Btd ren #Btd Lawrence #Ren hana x male reader #ren hana x reader #writing comms open #Btd 2

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problematicenby · 8 months ago

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The day I don't write something my friends suggest is the day I die.

These Ocs are my heart and soul.

Esha has always worked alone, it's just how he works, he's had no need for someone to help him. Besides, if he had help he'd have to share the children he takes and that, well that would just be horrible. So, he's never thought about having anyone to help him and cover up his acts.

Well, he didn't before.

Recently Esha has been, contemplating things. Children have been harder to find, more and more aren't allowed outside at all. Every child he takes is another two that are lost.

It makes him wonder that, if he found someone to help they could fix this problem, someone to make it seem like everything was alright, to push back on headlines of "The Phantom Killer strikes again!" and things about more and more missing children.

He can deal with sharing children, let whoever he finds have a turn with them. It wouldn't be the worst thing he guesses, just a little annoying.

The real problem, however, was actually finding someone, he couldn't just go out and ask random people if they'd like to help him with stuff. No.

He needs someone higher up in power who'd be willing to do this without any side effects.

He needs someone like…

Aaron hasn't been enough lately. He needs something more, something that'll boost his dopamine, that'll make him feel normal. He's not sure where he'd get it without ruining the delicate façade up. He needs someone to run the operation.

Figuring out a way to get what he needs is hard, he needs enough dopamine to feel normal, Aaron only gives him about half of what he seems to want need now. He needs something that can get him new things, different things every few days or so. someone that he doesn't need to worry about hurting.

Aarons at school right now, Abaddon doesn't have work, which gives him time to think, plan.

It's why, when he sees the front page of the paper, he has an idea.

I mean, who else would give him what he needs, than the Phantom Killer?

Someone to be in the spotlight, to get kids of all ages for them. Abaddon's thinks it'd be a perfect match, it's like he's set it in stone already.

The only problem is how to get this "Phantom Killer"'s attention… Especially without notifying the public.

Throughout the following days, a plan is formed, it's not the best formed, nor is it a good idea but it's the only thing he could come up with to get his killer's attention. There's no information on them, only vague pictures from the public as he takes a child. And those aren't even good…

Abaddon groans, his hands coming to hold his head before he lets out a breath and makes his way back to his room. When he's there he dresses himself up, black on black on black, the only peak of him is his eyes. He makes his way into his closet and pulls out some rope, and a ring gag before stuffing them in a bag and leaving.

He hasn't done anything this stupid since he was a teenager. It's reckless.

Yet he carries on.

It's late when he leaves, midnight, there wouldn't be any kids out at this time. The curfew in the city and the fear from all the parents make sure of that.

He walks all the way to the other side of the city so he's less likely to be noticed, searching for a house with any kind of children's thing out front, he settles on a house with a small playset out front.

The lights are off, everyone is sleeping.

He just has to get in, get the child, and get out…

How hard could it be?

Very hard. That's what Esha comes up with after his seventh attempt at trying to figure out how to find someone to do what he needs, no one rich wants to be known as a bad person and it's hard enough as it is to figure out if they're the kind of bad person he needs.

He gives up for now, pushing himself back harshly in his chair before huffing and dressing in his Phantom gear, he needs a child to blow off some steam.

t only takes a few minutes before he's out of his house searching. It doesn't even matter what age they are at this point, he'll take any child he can get his hands on. It's like, three, no six-year-old is going to be out playing tag with a small group of others to have fun.

No, no.

He's only going to find teens out this late, the older ones too, sixteen, seventeen.

It's dead silent, dead silent in New York. It makes no sense whatsoever for it to be this quiet.

This is what he gets for being too greedy with these children, they've gotten too protective of them.

His ears perk up when he hears struggling in an alley, it doesn't sound like much, small, sobs. Young sobs. He makes his way over there, invisibility waring slightly as he approaches a child.

No older than four.

It's alive, clearly, and although it almost looks like a trap he still takes the child. He goes invisible soon after and goes into an alleyway further down, untieing, and undressing them just in case there's a tracker somewhere on them.

While doing that he finds a piece of paper.

"Dear Phantom, I do hope this note finds who I'm looking for. I have a proposition for you, if you allow me to fulfill myself on some of the children that you find then I will do any favour you would like within reason. Please contact me: ### ### ####, if you accept."

Maybe finding someone won't be that hard after all…

Seeing The Phantom Killer so up close was a truly awakening experience, they look young, although Abaddon can't truly confirm that since he can barely see any of them. But the way they move, it's so precise, movements made with such certainty that it's clear he's done this many times before. Once he leaves with the child Abaddon backs away and leaves himself.

Making it back to the house he checks on Aaron, pleased to find him sleeping. He makes himself some food and eats alone at the table before going into his bedroom, unsurprised to see his wife not there again. That good for nothing man.

He rolls his eyes before changing and getting into bed, a burner phone is put on the bedside table before he lets himself drift to sleep.

Only to be rudely awoken by the sound of the burner phone ringing hours later. He sits up and grabs at it, sucking in a small breath as he stares at the number. He shakes away the sleep that still plagued him for a moment before finally, answering the call and putting the phone up to his ear.

"You brought me a child?" Is the first thing Esha says, staring at the thing as it sleeps in his basement, all dressed up in a onesie and diaper.

"I did."

"Abaddon? I didn't expect you of all people." Not even trying to hide his voice, it's like he wants to be caught.

"I've been craving more than what I have at the moment-" His son? "-See, I thrive off dopamine, my body, for a reason I'm unaware of, craves it in much more intense ways than others."

He hums, walking away from the child and going upstairs, locking the doors behind him.

"Go on, if you bring me a good proposition I may agree."

"The city has been more strict with their children as of lately. If I find a way for them to be more pliant will you allow me a 'turn' with the children it brings you in?"

It's tempting, very, very, tempting. "Let me have a turn with your son and there's a deal."

"Deal."

When the call ends Abaddon lets out a small shiver, putting the phone down and getting up, barely caring that he got almost no sleep. He begins to get ready, taking a shower, getting dressed and leaving his room to make himself and Aaron some food. Just something simple, pancakes and some eggs. He sets the plates down in their proper spots and then goes to wake up his son. He stares at him the whole time they eat, admiring him, how he'll be pulled apart tonight, how he'll be used by a serial killer and Abaddon will get to watch.

He waves Aaron off to go to school before putting his plan into motion. The Phantom Killer will be here tonight, when Aaron's home, he'll have to already be ready. He grabs some rope, a gag, a blindfold, anything he thinks Phantom would want for this. He'll tie Aaron up, Phantom can undo it if he doesn't like it but it'll keep Aaron in place at least a little. Hands together, behind his back.

Esha has always wondered what it would be like to have a go at Aaron Koshkin. The boy looks so perfect like he'd fit into Esha's hands perfectly, like he'd cry before he'd scream, that he'd fight before he'd cry. It's only a matter of waiting and toying with the small boy he has in his basement until it's time. It shouldn't be that hard to subdue Aaron.

He looks weak, traumatized, that much is clear with what Abaddon suggested.

It feels like a painful wait, hours upon hours of his dick leaking at the reminder that Aaron will be at his mercy soon. The boy he watched grow, always just out of his reach, now, he can't run, can't get away.

The time goes by so quickly and yet so slowly. It feels like the time has frozen yet sped up, waiting feels like an impossible task compared to everything he's already done.

Yet, he does it, he makes it the time and goes to their house, he makes it, he does it.

Looking at the inside of the Koshkin's house feels like he's done everything he's meant to in life, like he's finally got that final prize at the end of the game. he locks the front door behind him and comes into Aaron's room, watching as Abaddon ties Aaron up.

"Dad, dad, what's going on?"

"Don't worry about it bud," Abaddon answers, continuing to tie his hands, making sure they're tight enough to hurt. He's already undressed him, already saw that fear in Aaron's eyes that makes his whole body light up with dopamine. "I won't be touching you in any way. I made a deal, ya? You just gotta sit tight for a little." He hums as he turns Aaron over onto his back, watching the way he squirms to try and get comfortable with this new position. "What do you mean? What deal? Dad?"

"Someone else is going to have a little fun with you this time bud!"

"Am I interrupting something?" Esha asks as he finally stops being invisible, leaning against the wall, watching the horror fill Aaron when he figures out just who he's looking at. That's when the struggle starts. "Dad- dad no- no you can't let him. Dad, dad please. Come on- you can't be serious." His feet push against the bed, bringing him further up, until his head is pressed to the headboard, then, he lifts himself into a sitting position and his eyes flicker between the two of them.

"It's just one-time bud, you'll be fine."

That only seems to freak Aaron out more, especially once Esha begins to make his way into the room more. He stands at the edge of the bed, staring at Aaron, he's sure the boy can tell he's staring from the way he shivers and looks away.

"There's no need to try and hide yourself from me, Aaron." Esha purrs, tilting his head as he climbs more onto the bed, far enough so that he can grab Aaron's chin and force him to look at him. "I've been told I can't hurt you too much." That's the moment Aaron starts struggling, lashing out and trying to get away from Esha's hold, screaming for his dad to save him. All Abaddon does is watch, a smile on his face.

Abaddon has always enjoyed the way Aaron screams and cries for help when he understands what's going to happen to him. This is no different. He closed the door when he saw that Phantom had made their (his?) entrance, choosing to lean against it just in case Aaron did somehow get out and away from Phantom's grasp.

But right now.

Oh right now, as he watches as his son begs in horror, for Abaddon to save him, for Phantom to stop, to not. It makes his dick grow hard in his pants, a groan leaving his mouth as he huffs.

"Look- look you… You don't have to do this! Please- there's- please- Phantom? Phantom- please don't." Aaron's sobs come from all of him, every inch of his body moves and squirms as he begs the killer peering over him. "Please- Dad please you can't let him do this!"

"We made a deal." Phantom answers before Abaddon can manage. "You don't get out of this, in any way." He lets out a laugh, Abaddon chuckles in follow, and Aaron seems to fall silent. Like the fight fell out of him and he starts to shut down.

Esha doesn't let that happen, a cold, hard slap, rings out in the air. He stares down at Aaron before adjusting himself on the bed and tugging Aaron's naked body back so he's lying down. Esha's gloves hands move over Aaron's body, running down until he makes it to the boy's cock. It's hard and when Esha touches it, it twitches and Aaron lets out a soft groan. Then, he starts struggling once more.

Esha's not as patient this time, especially when he hears the rope start to snap and break apart. Esha narrows his eyes at the boy, forcing him over onto his stomach and pushing his head into a pillow. His other hands come to look at the rope, seeing how it frayed under Aaron's constant struggle. A small growl is let out as he watches Aaron struggle, his dick pushing against the fabric of his pants, desperate to come out. He doesn't move, just watching as who he assumes maybe Spider-Man's struggle dies down. He stays like that until he's just slightly twitching, finally pushing the boy back over. The mask gets close to his face as he pants and coughs. "You do anything like that again and I'll break your arm."

Aaron doesn't answer and just continues to try to breathe properly, tears coming down his cheeks, making him look even cuter than he already is.

He can hear Abaddon breathing heavily near the door but doesn't pay him much mind, his focus is on Aaron, and the fact that his dick is leaving pre.

Abaddon feels like he's going to cum at the sight. Honestly, who knew that having his son handled by another predator - one known for killing their victims - would be so enjoyable? He's already taken his dick out, holding it restlessly in his hand, slowly stroking himself as he watches Phantom handle his son like nothing more than a bad mutt.

He adjusts himself against the door, trying to get a better view of the way Phantom slowly inspects the boy's cock. Running a gloved claw up one of Aaron's veins, listening to the noises the boy makes after, the way he bucks up and lets out a sob. He looks like he wants to struggle again but refrains. Whatever Phantom told him must have worked, well at that. Abaddon supposed he'd have to be good at making children shut up, he does this quite a lot. He's not even sure what Phantom's death count is at right now, it must be well in the fifties by now.

"I do hope you're enjoying the show Abaddon, I don't let others watch, ever." Phantom's voice rings out, causing Abaddon to scoff slightly. "Yes, yes, I'm just oh so grateful you're toying with my son."

Phantom lets out a laugh before turning back to Aaron, this time, bringing two fingers to the boy's mouth.

"Open. You bite and you'll have consequences." Esha watches as Aaron does as he asks. His mouth is opened and the two fingers are slid into Aaron's mouth - which he promptly closes and begins sucking on. "Good mutt starting to understand your place aren't you?"

That, however, seems to set something off in the boy, his eyes turn to stare at Esha before he lets out a growl and bites out harshly on the fingers. They're pulled out right after and Esha huffs, inspecting the unharmed gloves. No fangs.

"You little whore!" He hisses, his dagger being pulled from his clothing and brought to Aaron who proceeds to suck in a breath and squirm to try and get away. He doesn't though, that much is clear.

Esha holds him still, dagger dragging along all the other scars on the boy's body, choosing a small, clear spot to dig into more. He doesn't stop until little beads of blood poke around the dagger. It's pulled back and he hums as Aaron's cries soften slightly.

"Now, you just love to make this harder for yourself, so, I'm going to cut you a few more times, then, I'm going to ram my dick into you. You don't get to be prepared at all." He hisses, he was going to at least stretch the boy out slightly but with that stunt, he just pulled no way will be continuing. "No- no no please Phan- please- I'm sorry-"

There's a moan from the distance, likely Abaddon enjoying this show they're putting on for him.

The dagger is brought down once more to the spot he marked, this time however he angles it. The tip digs into the small cut, digging much deeper this time as he cuts across his chest, listening to the wonderful cries as Aaron begins a struggle that falls short when it makes the pain worse. Then, the ripping from the rope comes back, it makes Esha dig it in deeper, only pulling away when that struggle stops. He's sure that Aarons tore that rope in half and is free from his restraint.

Still, the dagger is tucked away and Aaron is adjusted.

The change of positioning makes Abaddon move to a better spot, from against the door to against a wall to the side of the bed so he can see Aaron better when Phantom fucks? into him. He's still not sure if Phantom is a female or male, he's almost certain they're a male but he won't know for certain until they begin to fuck Aaron or not.

Aaron is sobbing, it's the only sound currently in the room besides his own small, shaky moans from slowly rubbing his dick to the scene. The sobbing overtakes the moans easily though, it's horrible, makes his dick twitch, his wanting more.

The moment that Phantom only undoes his pants it's clear he's a man. The way Aaron's sobs get louder, the way he shakes his head and starts pleading for him to stop once more, calling for his dad.

The second Aaron starts struggling Esha stops it, the second he tugs his hands out from behind him to try and properly attack Esha, it's stopped. His hands are pinned to his chest and Esha growls lowly. "The more you struggle the worse it'll be for you mutt." He watches as the boy's fight begins to die out and he just turns into an awful sobbing mess of begs and pleas to stop.

He doesn't stop.

No, instead he adjusts the both of them, getting fully between Aaron's legs and using his free hand to push them apart, revealing his pretty little entrance. Even when his hand is brought to his dick Aaron can't manage to close his legs all way, stuck with just wrapping around Esha, 'pulling' him closer if anything. "Desperate little whore, aren't you?" Esha would laugh and roll his eyes, pressing his dick against Aaron and beginning to push in.

The scream Aaron lets out is pure music, his struggles, they get so much worse, so much stronger than before. Esha is sure that Aaron is Spider-Man, poor thing thinks he actually has a chance of getting out with the way he's gently moving Esha's arm. When Esha finally bottoms out he pauses for a moment, just panting, listening to the way Aaron sobs and screams, to the small, quiet panting from Abaddon.

"I think you need more punishment. See what it takes to get you to stop struggling." Esha hisses out after a moment, turning his head to Abaddon and nodding.

The second Abaddon gets the signal from Phantom he leaves the room. They had planned something that Abaddon had never considered before. Phantom brought up the idea, something he had always wanted to try but he wasn't sure what design to do.

Abaddon was the one who chose one, something real simple, from a kid's show that has a lot to do with branding of sorts. My Little Pony and those stupid little cutie-mark things.

He based it on that loyal one… What was her name again? He can't be bothered to think of it, just adjusting his pants back on as he continues down the hall, a nice, giddy feeling settling in his stomach as he enters his room to find a blow torch, and the metal, shaped brander he had made.

He lets out a laugh as he adjusts it in his hand and begins to make his way back to Aaron and Phantom where he left them. The more he watches the more he thinks he'll enjoy working with Phantom. It should be pretty simple to get more children out at night, to reassure them that everything will be okay, that he'll invest in protection for their children so they may have normal lives once more.

The second he gets back into the room and closes the door behind him Aaron's cries seem to get louder. Abaddon glances up at the two as he sets the stuff down on the bed. The sight before him makes his dick twitch and he quickly makes his way back to his spot against the wall.

Phantom has moved Aaron onto his stomach once more and pulled out of him, his hands are forced behind his back from where he broke out of his ropes (Abaddon still isn't sure how, but he's beginning to get theories about it.) and Aaron is kicking and screaming from his position. Only when Phantom goes to grab the two objects does Abaddon undo his pants once more and settle back down.

Abaddon truly can be a good helper it seems. With the brand and blow torch beside Aaron, Esha adjusts himself so he's kneeling on Aaron's wrists. The whimper Aaron lets out and the brief pause of struggle from him makes Esha's dick twitch. The poor thing must be uncomfortable.

Still, Esha doesn't move from his new spot and instead grabs at his stuff and adjusts himself slightly, making sure he has a clear aim for the side of Aaron's hip.

Then, and only then does he speak. "I do hope you're ready Aaron, it'll look cute on you."

The torch is lit, the metal is heated.

Aaron's body shakes, he shivers and he sobs beneath Esha, he shakes his head and pleads for it to stop, even though everyone in the room, including him, knows it will not.

The blow torch is tossed to the side once it's heated up enough. the handle to the brand is adjusted right over Aarons body.

"Try not to pass out," Esha says with a laugh before bringing the hot metal down and pressing into Aarons hip.

The sob that Aaron lets out is the loudest yet and has Esha letting out a loud laugh and digging the metal into his side just a bit more.

It stays against his hip though, stays pressed to make sure it'll be a wonderful burn. His own little cutie mark.

Aaron hasn't experienced anything like this before, at least he doesn't remember the last time he did. It burns, it burns so much and he can smell his skin melting in the air, there's a tingling on his wrists that can only be from the pain Phantom is causing him, pressing against delicate scars.

Every scream he lets out tears his voice a little more, makes it a little scratchier, a little harder to keep screaming. Every horrible shake of his head leads to nausea that travels right past the burn to his stomach.

His struggling slowed to mer twitches beside his head, tossing and turning, trying to regulate the pain, the horrible feeling of pain that his adrenaline just won't cancel out.

His mind just repeats over and over again that he needs out, his Spider-sense going off, again and again, and again and it only makes the nausea worse. His sobbing gets worse when he feels whatever metal had been pressed against him lifts when instead, gloved hands press and that's what does it.

The nausea in his stomach makes it bubble, makes everything feel horrible, and makes the world flip.

His food comes right back up and he vomits, unable to lift himself more than a few inches off the bed. He twitches and pants, his cheeks feel wet from tears, mouth and chin covered in vomit.

"Poor thing." Phantom's voice rings in and out of his ears and he shakes his head, whimpering and turning his head to bury it into the pillow.

Abaddon has a lot of preferences for things.

Be it, food, clothing, hobbies.

He's aware everyone has preferences, and he's aware Aaron knows his.

…

He pushes himself off of the wall and begins to make his way over to Phantom and Aaron.

He's also smart, he's gained information over the years.

Like how adult humans can lose fifteen to twenty percent of their blood before passing out.

Aaron, passes out at just under fourteen.

"Phantom, may I use your dagger?" His voice is low, a slight growl as Phantom does, backing away with a laugh to let Abaddon do as he wants for a moment.

He climbs onto the bed, turning Aaron around onto his back so he can't hide. The boy has his eyes shut as he sobs, they're quiet things, like his voice has given out on him.

"Boy." He hisses and Aaron's eyes snap open to stare at him. "Dad- dad m' sorry- dad please-" "Shut up."

Aaron does.

These sheets are already ruined with that damn puke. There's no need to change them, they can afford to get a bit of blood.

Take maybe, tweleve precent, make him dizzy, weak, easy to move.

But he won't pass out, it'll let Phantom continue with whatever he wants without much more fighting. Like he'd be doing that anyway, Abaddon is sure that branding will have put enough fear in him that he won't try anything.

Esha supposes this would happen at one point during this or another, that he'd have to sit back and watch for a little. He'd been told very briefly about Aaron's punishments, what would make him tic, fight, cry. Little things like that, he was also told about how Abaddon wanted things clean.

He's sure that'll be interesting to watch pace out, every movement Aaron seems to make causes him to wince and still, he's only making small sobbing noises, completely silent besides that.

Watching Aaron is truly an interesting thing, and he's sure that if this was a different time or a different place he may have taken the boy for his own, although, he supposes this way he always has someone to fall back on if he cannot find a child on his own to fill any cravings. It's not like either of them can stop him…

Esha stares at Aaron, wondering… Does Aaron think this is better than being raped? Which would he prefer in this situation..?

Abaddon has a knife pressed against Aaron's thigh, right over another healed scar that was there before. He hasn't cut yet, just edging and poking at it slightly, digging it in to make Aaron inhale sharply before calming when the cut he's expecting doesn't come.

"You know what I think about you making a mess, don't you bud?" Abaddon asks with a small pur, finally cutting deeply into the scar, watching his leg jerk and the wound slice open, blood slowly beginning to fill the open space that was healed before.

Aaron cries out, claws coming out and scratching at the bedding, ripping apart the sheets. "Aaron."

"Yes- yes sir! I do!"

"Good." Abaddon hums, bringing the dagger up slightly, to a clean spot of skin, positioning it on one side, resting it lightly on Aaron's skin.

About a glass full.

Swip.

Aaron cries out and Abaddon watches the blood spill from the long line across Aaron's leg.

The dagger is put back in and another swipe is made, he watches Aaron's skin open into small bubbles of fat.

After that another cut is made.

And another. Another. Another. Another.

The cuts just keep getting bigger, deeper, peaks of fat turn into only fat.

It only stops when Aaron screams out "I'm sorry" His sobs are loud and are the only thing that fills the room. That seems to satisfy Abaddon as he pulls back and tosses the dagger back over to Phantom.

"Keep an eye out for too much blood loss." Is all Abaddon says, he shouldn't lose too much, he assumes Phantom knows what too much looks like too, he's been known to enjoy torturing his victims after all.

When Esha comes back over to Aaron there's blood all around him and he's sobbing. It's a beautiful sight.

Each cut is slowly leaking blood, even the one on his chest, it's mostly clotted but there's a small line of blood. Oh, and the crying, Aaron's small sobs are music to Esha's ears and have been since this whole thing started. The way he's crying, trying to hide his head in the pillow it's resting on and failing. The way he doesn't know what to do with his hands since they're not tied up anymore.

He looks beautifully horrible. Like he's about to be murdered and oh, how wonderful Esha thinks that would be, to be able to take Aaron's life from under him, dangle it over fire, tell him that he's going to die…

"You'll be okay." Is what he voices instead, poking at each little cut, watching the boy twitch and flinch from the pain as he slowly rights himself between his bleeding thighs. Esha's dick aches from getting a taste of being in Aaron only to have it ripped away.

This time he won't stop, he'll slide inside Aaron and fuck him like he never has been before.

He adjusts the boy on him, things moving open more, fingers digging into cuts just so he can hear Aaron scream out for him once more. By the time he's put into position Esha is needy, wanting for Aaron, so, a hand comes to his dick, pressing against his tight entrance before finally pushing in. A long, whimpering moan is let out from Esha as he bottoms out, Aaron is a lot tighter than he was the last time and that just seems to make it so much better.

It's like a free upgrade that was already near perfect before. He leans over Aaron slightly, panting and listening to Aaron's cries mix with small moans too, tiny little whimpers from pleasure that he's sure Aaron doesn't think belongs there.

"Fuck, you're so tight now." He groans out and he rolls his eyes when he hears Abaddon chuckle from wherever he is in the room, probably pressed against that wall of he's again. he seems to love it over there.

"Please don't" Aaron whispers out, shaking his head, staring up at his mask, it just makes the man laugh, adjusting himself slightly so he can have a better hold on him. Hands wrapping around his waist, keeping a tight hold on the boy. "You struggle too much and I'm sure I can find you some nice punishments." Esha hisses out before beginning to pull out of him and slamming right back in, causing the two to cry out. Esha is quieter, softer too, while Aarons is harsh and more of a sob than anything.

So, Esha sets a nice, slow, bordering painful pace for the both of them. He leans over Aaron, letting out slow, even breaths while he listens to Aaron's erratic ones, the ones that pant and make every inch of his being hot.

He speeds up, rhythm trying its best to stay even while his breathing doesn't. it turns erraticism unstable.

Abaddon hasn't personally seen anyone besides himself rape his son before and it's truly better than he thought it would be. Watching the two go at it, listening to the noises and how Aarons completely overtake Phantoms is music to his ears.

It's like watching the first time he fucked Aaron while he was completely there. Without the restraints of his heat and knowing that he wouldn't remember it. No, this gives him full dopamine again, it reminds him of that first time.

Makes him wonder, if, with this new lifestyle he'll have, just watching Phantom rape a few kids would be enough?

Being able to just watch it happen, to be there when he tortures and rapes his victims.

it'd be enough for months, no struggling with a kid who tries to fight back, no needing to break them, tie them up.

Just need to watch as someone else does.

It's a wonderful thought.

Esha lost track of slowly speeding up a little while ago, content with just fucking Aaron, digging his claws into the boy's skin, feeling the blood as it soaks into his clothing, feeling the bit of it that got on his dick.

Then, when Aaron cums and lets out a high squeal before flopping onto the bed, defeated, like a dead fish. There's no fight left in him, and when he looks up at Phantom, it's clear it died out a little while ago, maybe it'd still be there if he wasn't beginning to look so affected by his bleeding wounds. With the way they're moving, they're not bound to close on their own anytime soon. He's dazed, blinking slowly and focusing on regaining his breath while also still crying. No longer making much noise, reduced to small, wheezes and whimpers as Esha continues to fuck into him.

At least for a while more, as, a few seconds later he cums and groans, leaning into Aaron's body, pressing his mask against the cut he put on the boy's chest.

"Best time raping a kid I've had in months" He'd groan, staying there for a few more seconds and only when Abaddon replies does he pull out.

"Never a dull moment with him." The man would purr and Esha would hum in agreement.

He'd get off the bed, tucking his dick back into his pants and doing everything back up again.

"Well then, I do suppose I'll take you up on that offer, I don't see a point in me refusing anymore, clearly you've marked this one up nearly as much as you could." He offers after a few more moments, glancing down at Aaron, where he's still lying, completely unresponsive.

"Good, it'll be a pleasure doing business with you Phantom." Abaddon hums in response, it makes Esha look back up at him, taking his eyes off Aaron.

"I'm assuming that you have a phone that's untraceable, yes?" Esha asks with a small chuckle, humming when Abaddon smiles at him and nods, that, yes, he does have a phone like that. "Good, I wouldn't want anyone trace our calls."

"Yes, yes, there's no need for a simple slip-up to have both of our lives ruined."

"Of course, though, it's likely only your life would be in line, Abaddon, I would just need to move."

There's still vomit on his face, Aaron can feel it. Can feel the way it's started drying on his skin, every movement just seems to make it worse.

The voices from the two adults in the room hurt his ears, the cum inside him makes every movement uncomfortable.

There's a burning from that brand they used on him, he still doesn't know what it is, what he does know is every movement from his legs hurt, from that, and the cuts.

It takes him a while to open his eyes, to get used to the light that was never shut off and doesn't seem to ever want to shut off.

That light gets worse when someone opens the door to the outside light and Aaron lets out a slight whine.

Then his mind repeats.

They opened a door.

Someone opened a door.

He could leave!

He could get out, leave Dad and his awful new 'friend' behind.

He forces himself to stand, to get up, leaning against the bed for support before running.

As fast as he can, as far as his legs will take him.

The sound of stumbling and heavy panting alerts Esha pretty quickly that Aaron is trying to run, get out, escape. Whatever kind of plan he's got in his head falls short the second he trips over Esha's shoes and goes tumbling to the floor with a yelp. The boy lands right on all the cuts he has, to make Esha laugh as he walks over to Aaron. He makes no attempts at getting up or even rolling over, just laying there with his nose buried on the floor.

"You'd think he'd give up," Esha comments with a laugh, turning him onto his back with his foot. He's not passed out, glaring up at Esha while panting.

"No, it takes a lot to break him down fully," Abaddon replies with an equally amused laugh.

"I'll give the kid a final parting reminder before I go," Esha mutters out to no one, just, to anyone that will listen. Abaddon and Aaron, being the only two in there with him, are the main subjects of his voice.

Esha's foot is raised and his shoe is pressed into the cut on his chest.

Aaron wheezes, hands coming to clutch at the shoe, softly scratching with his cute, filed-down claws, whimpering and making sounds that vaguely resemble when he was saying sorry earlier.

He presses down more, he can hear a small crack in a rib, only then does he speak again. "Out of all the children I have taken into my care, I'm sure if I had you there you'd be my favourite." He'd laugh, foot coming up and pressing down right on his nose until he heard a nice crack to go along with his rib.

"You should be glad you never landed in my care, mutt. You'd be so much more broken than you are now." His foot is lifted and a swift kick is given to his cheek, knocking his head into the floor with a long groan.

It trails off into more soft sobbing and Esha lets out a huff of a laugh, stepping over the boy.

"I'll be in touch Abaddon."

Abaddon waits a few more minutes once Phantom leaves, just to make sure he's truly gone. Only then does he pick his son up and take him right back into Aaron's room. He glances at the mess on the bed, scoffing before making his way into the bathroom and setting the boy against the toilet.

"You really don't know when to quit, do you bud?" He asks with a chuckle, beginning to fill the tub with warm water before turning to Aaron.

He takes his cheeks in a hand and moves his head around, inspecting his nose. "Phantom broke your nose boy, that wouldn't have happened if you just stayed in bed like a good boy." He hisses, letting go of his head and watching as Aaron spits out a tooth. "And a tooth, my my, what a stupid kid you are." He hisses, shaking his head as he gets back up to stop the water.

He picks Aaron back up and gently puts him in the water.

"Is he going to come back?" Aaron asks quietly after a moment.

"He might, I'm not sure," Abaddon answers, grabbing the shampoo to begin cleaning his hair.

"Please don't let him do it again Dad."

"We'll see bud."

Esha feels great about himself, Once he gets home he changes into some new clothing and makes himself and that little kid downstairs some food. Just simple grilled cheese sandwiches, he also ends up grabbing another diaper.

He was gone for a while so he can never truly be too careful.

He's got a giddy smile the whole time he's down there, he doesn't even touch the child besides to change him. He doesn't think he's ever done that before, it's odd how giddy playing with Aaron for a little could make him feel.

He supposes this deal could be for more than just that.

Esha's sure Abaddon won't mind sharing Aaron again sometime, he seemed to enjoy it too after all.

#oc #oc writing #they're my babies #problematic #proship #proship please interact #i want to eat them #commissions open #ignore my spelling mistakes #I wrote this in like one sitting

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