The face of an angel || Crowley & Samandriel ((closed))
Crowley hasn’t had someone beautiful like this in years. The last boys he’d had have been good-looking, yes, but neither had something special. Something that made them worthwhile.
His newest acquisition though, was one of his kind, definitely. He was cuter than others which made him special in Crowley eyes and hell, did he have his eyes on the teenager. For weeks, after he had spotted him in the crowd, he’d had his men – his Demons - watching the youngster, making sure to find out when the best time of snatching him away would arise.
Which was right now. Crowley wasn’t there, no, he never showed his face in public. He didn’t need to. Why do the dirty work if you can have others doing it for you?
Exactly, there was no reason. So, here he was, waiting for the new boy to arrive which should be in about an hour. He found that rare little flower far away from his territory, so bringing him to his new home was a thing of patience, on Crowley’s side, obviously. Whenever he liked things, he wanted to have them immediately and not wait, but it just couldn’t be helped, so he was sat in the room he was going to keep the boy in and waited, humming to himself as he did so.
He could always smell the other in the room, see him on the chair he'd carefully prepared, he could see the sweat dripping down his face and chest, beautifully red blood running down the rather slim posture of the boy. The fear in his eyes and the helplessness he would be feeling.
Yes, all of that would make Crowley feel alive again.
He heard a light clank from the next room and frowned and turned around to check on the other boy he still kept in a cell next to the room he prepared for the new boy, the VIP room. A rather large room, concrete walls, a tiny window that allowed a few blinks of sunshine into the room, concrete floor with bloodstains from earlier visitors and a few drawers. One holding band aid kits and other medical supplies, another holding several instruments that promised to be fun, for both Crowley and his new favourite.
