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For any of my fellow Poppy Playtime fans out there. Or Catnap fans. Or people who just want Chapter 3 out already. Or literally anyone who likes art.
Have this.
(P.S. HenryTheHusky is me, so don't go around trying to find some other kind of Henry to tell them I stole their art. I mean- how does one steal their own art?)
Circus; trapped like an animal. MCSM; CHP. 2
((Warning! Torture, and blood!))
((Romeo x Lukas!))
~
Lukas lay limp and unmoving on the ground. Chains constricted his poor, mangled body, half of them digging into his flesh.
His costume was beginning to reek an awful, awful smell. The crude smell invaded his nostrils, and the blonde couldn’t help but hurl.
His body pulsated as he hurled. He felt the acidic burn of bile travel up his throat.
He writhed as he tossed in the costume, some of the vomit spurting from the sewn open smile of the costume and onto the floor.
He trembled, the vomit only adding up to the terrible smell.
Lukas groaned, his eyes growing glassy with tears.
He silently wailed, said tears trailing down his pale cheeks. Everything hurt.
His head, to his toes. Covered in dry blood, vomit and possibly urine.
How could this happen to him? Why did this happen to him?
Why didn’t Jesse or the others come back for him?
Why did they leave him? With Romeo?
“Why -,” he choked, before hacking loudly, throat dry and swelling.
He wanted to go home.
~
A harsh kick to the ribs jolted the blonde awake with a cry.
“Get up,” a monotonic voice commanded.
Lukas groaned, struggling to lift himself off the floor.
As if his efforts were nothing, a hand grabbed the costume’s ear and yanked it harshly.
Lukas was flown upwards, a soundless grunt leaving his chapped lips.
The same hand tweaked at the chains, another impatiently undoing them.
He felt the pierce of metal pull out of his flesh. “Ah -!” he began to scream but was cut short as a hand slapped against his mouth.
“No more crying,” the voice said, slightly irritated.
The chains no longer constricted his body; he was free.
But not for long.
He was forced to stand, his legs like jelly; wobbling and locking below him.
His arms wrapped around his abdomen, his gut squirming in hunger and nausea. “H - hungry -,” he croaked, but was shoved forward.
He was pushed around, like some worn out rag doll.
Tortured like a prisoner.
Trapped like an animal.
~
“... if you question my instructions one more time, you will be fired. Literally!” Romeo’s voice boomed, his finger jabbed on a cast member’s chest.
The member cowered, before running off.
Romeo heaved a breath of exhaustion, before turning his attention to Lukas and the stoic faced cast member. A crazed smile split his face.
“Ah, Lukas. Good morning, my performer,” he greeted, striding over to the quivering blonde.
He set a finger under Lukas’s chin, “oh, I have a brilliant feeling about today. We have a brand new set of obstacles that you are going to be performing with! Doesn’t that sound lovely?”
Lukas whimpered, his vision blurring by another wave of tears. “H - hungry,” he managed, gut twisting in complaint.
Romeo arched a brow, “hm? Hungry? Well, you’re in luck, dear!” Romeo sung, grabbing Lukas’s arm.
He dragged Lukas back stage, “you will be earning your rations by practicing your stunts!”
A set of practice obstacles were set on stage. Lukas swallowed, his gut writhing further.
He whined, cradling his abdomen, “c - can’t,” he struggled, grimacing.
Romeo scowled, “you... want to skip?” he asked, voice stone cold.
Lukas gave a small nod, his gut throbbing and churning about.
The pain was unbearable. The blonde fell to his knees, gasping for air.
Romeo rolled his eyes, snapping his attention to his current cast member. “Get some rations. I have no time for this whining,” he said.
The member nodded and walked off.
Romeo kneeled by the squirming blonde, setting his hand on Lukas’s neck. “Lucky for you, I want to keep you alive.”
His hand massaged the blonde’s neck.
Lukas bit his lip.
He didn’t like how the host touched him. After everything he’s put Lukas through, Romeo should keep his hands to himself.
“By the gods, you are cold. And you smell terrible,” Romeo drew back his hand.
If Lukas had the energy, he would have given Romeo a sour look. But, with everything going on, he couldn’t muster.
He writhed further on the floor, desperate for something to fill his stomach.
“...hurts,” he managed, his head beginning to swim.
Romeo, however, ignored his complaints, “it’s a shame we cannot freshen you up. The show would be on hold! We most certainly cannot have that.”
Lukas was going to die.
Severe hunger pains, horrible hygiene, and a masochist for a host. Could things get any worse?
The cast member strode back with a dry looking potato.
They threw it carelessly onto the floor, the vegetable rolling over to Lukas.
Yes, yes they can.
“Well?” Romeo questioned.
Lukas let a shaky sigh pass through his nostrils. Better this than nothing, right?
The blonde picked up the potato, flinching at its poor looking state.
With hesitance, he stuck it through the costume’s wide-smiled mouth and took a bite.
The vegetable was hard as a rock, he could hardly sink his teeth into it!
He finally managed to rip away a small chunk, bitterness soon filling his taste buds.
After a few slow chews, he felt a hand slap his back. “Swallow, you whelp!” Romeo shouted, “the longer you take, the longer you will hold up the show! So, eat!”
Wincing at the chilling command, Lukas forced a couple large bites into the potato, tears prickling his pale blue eyes as his teeth ached from its rock hard shell.
Swallowing the barely chewed potato bits was indeed a chore as well. Without any water, the bits found their way back up.
~
The poor blonde had finished the cruel vegetable, his stomach now churning more violently than it has before. Probably because he hadn’t had anything to eat for a long period of time.
“Very good, Stitches,” Romeo praised, sounding far too pleased for comfort. “It turns out the show is saved!” he clapped his hands. “Now,” he snapped his fingers.
Lukas was hoisted by a couple pairs of hands. The harsh contact would have made him writhe, but he could care less.
After all, nobody was going to save him, no matter how many times he’d cry, plea or scream. It was all pointless.
Romeo cleared his throat, “without further ado, since you’ve skipped practice, you now are granted the permission to wing it!”
Lukas felt the remains of color drain from his face, “... w - wing it?” he rasped dryly, voice muffled by the costume.
“Yes, my dear. We don’t have anymore time to fill for practice! So, this is the only solution,” Romeo replied, adjusting his silk black gloves.
Another cast member emerged from the dark, holding something in their hands.
A whip was given to the host by another cast member. Romeo grasped the weapon firmly, a knowing grin blooming across his lips.
Lukas felt like a boat load of dried ice was dumped onto him.
“...I - I, no - no, p - please! I d - don’t want... !” he pleaded, his knees giving out under him. The cast members quickly grasped his frame and pulled him back up. “ I d - don’t want... th - this!” Lukas screamed, feebly thrashing against the member’s merciless hold.
“We have had many hiccups in our last show, Stitches. I want to make sure that it will not happen again,” Romeo cooed, caressing the young man’s face in a loving manner.
His touch was poisonous, deadly, Lukas wanted no more of it.
He tried pulling away, tried ripping himself from his constriction, but to no prevail.
“See, this is a perfect example of what I do not desire,” Romeo stated firmly, nodding at the members.
Said members stepped far away, Lukas keeping on his feet.
Lukas needed to get away, run, do anything!
The blonde made a move to hastily limp away, Romeo clicking his tongue.
“Not so fast,” he chirped, cracking the whip.
The whip made contact with Lukas’s leg, making him stumble and fall with a gasp.
Romeo giggled, cracking the whip again, laughing merrily as it struck Lukas’s battered body.
He continued his assault, bubbly laughter shaking his shoulders as each strike of the whip made Lukas choke.
The cast crew only watched, small amused smiles painted on their lips.
Lukas jolted, “ghk-!” he wheezed, screaming as the whip came back down. Gaping wounds ripped open, hot blood swimming through them.
The blood soaked the costume, a deep, crimson red. Lukas wailed as the fresh wounds burned, the blood continuing its flow.
Romeo snickered, Lukas’s pain like a drug. Addicting.
With a sigh, Romeo put a stop to his brutal attack, “that was riveting, but it appears I am getting ahead of myself,” the host cleared his throat once again, “the show must go on!”
Lukas twitched on the ground, eyes wide and bloodshot. Tears were cascading nonstop down his cheeks, the gaping wounds pulsated on his back, legs and arms.
He couldn’t breathe. It hurt to breathe.
The poor blonde shakily arose his head, his brain feeling as if it were splitting in half.
The last thing he heard was Romeo’s footsteps before electricity shot through his body once again, blacking him out.
~
Lukas felt a pinch of pain occur in his arm and he awoke with a breathless gasp. His vision was unfocused, and blurred completely. He blinked, not knowing were he was.
His brain felt fuzzy, past events clouded by fog. “ Wh - where...” he whispered.
He tried to move, but was caught off guard as his arms, legs and wrists were firmly held in place by leather straps. He attempted to move again, but nothing came out of it.
“What is this...?” he whimpered, shock enveloping him as his neck, as well, was caught in a leather strap.
“Oh, wonderful! You’re awake,” Romeo’s voice twittered, whip tucked away in his pocket. A microphone was held firmly in his hand, the device currently turned off.
“Now we can begin!” he announced, nodding off to yet again, another cast member.
A metallic click was heard, and Lukas was moved upwards.
He frantically flicked his eyes to and fro, “what’s - what’s going on?”
“Our first act!” Romeo replied, switching on the microphone. “People are quite fond of it.”
Lukas bit his dry lip, eyes finally flitting over to a cart, assorted knives set neatly on it.
“No … no - no!” he struggled, flailing against the restraints, “s - stop!”
“Ladies and Gentlemen!” Romeo began, toning out Lukas’s desperate cries. No surprise.
“Welcome all, welcome! We are ever so sorry to keep you all waiting!” he apologized, mocking a frown, “our darling Stitches was making a fuss! It seems he’s just not himself these days.”
The audience cheered. They all sounded so eager, so happy.
The two things Lukas could not feel.
He didn’t even know if he was capable of feeling happy again. If anything, Romeo has snatched it away. All his happiness, poof, all gone.
“No fret! He’s all better now and real excited to give you all the performance you deserve!” Romeo notified, cheers filling the air once again.
He whipped around, facing Lukas with a wild grin.
Lukas writhed against the straps, crying out.
Another click was heard, and the blonde found himself slowly beginning to rotate.
Romeo held in a mirthful cackle, choosing a knife from the cart. He ran a finger over the weapon, an evil glint in his eyes.
“Now, darling. Try not to get wounded again,” Romeo crooned, reeling back his arm.
Lukas’s lip quivered, and his eyes snapped shut, “... ‘wanna go home,” he sobbed.
“Our first act!” Romeo cheered, releasing the knife.
~
End of CHP; 2!
((CHP; 3 will be posted soon!))
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we back in the saddle bois!
He switched on the radio and it began to play soothing, relaxing music over the speakers.
Rey never took Kylo Ren for a man who listened to things like Bach, Mozart or even someone like Beethoven--but, everyone has their own guilty pleasures and with all that he had to put up with at the office (meaning, Hux, Phasma--even Snoke on his best days), well, who was she to judge?
At first, she thought he was considering on taking her home like he said back at the office, but when he began to speed down the heavy-traffic towards the Upper East Side of the city, she quickly realize they must be heading back towards his place instead.
Already she was envisioning a mansion-sized house with luxury cars all parked in a three car-garage and maybe a fancy motorcycle as well sitting out in the drive way, but she was surprised when he pulled into a lone parking deck next to a large building that rose up towards the heavens.
"You live here?" She then asked; turning to him.
"What? Did you expect some sort of big-ass mansion out in the country or something with six luxury cars and a huge as pool with Jacuzzi spa in the back?" He teased; putting the car into park next to a bright yellow Hummer.
She was going to consider the vehicle his too, unless he said otherwise, but she wouldn't be surprised if he owned every vehicle sitting stationary in this parking garage--in fact, to take it a step further, he probably had enough money to own all of them, plus the building too.
"Well...yes, actually." Rey replied with a nod. "A man who's driving a car as nice as this probably as money coming out his ears as well as his ass too."
"You've got a lot to learn about me, Miss Alexander." Kylo told her; the seductiveness behind his voice was so intoxicating it left her feeling breathless. "So much. And I'm afraid, you're not going to find out much if I keep you sitting here in my car."
Come Fly With Me | Chapter 3
AUGUST
Anthea looked up from her control panel and spun around when the door to the tower opened behind her. She cocked an eyebrow and pursed her lips. ‘You cannot be up here,’ she said coolly and turned her back to the door once more.
Undeterred by the dismissal, Mycroft strode into the open room; the rising sun cast gold and red warm hues across the switchboards and illuminated the side of Anthea’s face. He saw how she was struggling to keep her face stern and uninterested, but the twitch of her lips gave her away.
He trailed his fingers along the cold console until he stood beside her and then covered her hand with his. Her typing stopped and she raised an eyebrow.
‘I had a wonderful time last night,’ Mycroft said softly.
Anthea huffed. ‘Of course you did. It was your turn to pick the outing.’
Mycroft twisted his features into a mock scowl. ‘And a fine choice it was! The Opera is one of the finest forms of entertainment. Though perhaps not quite as popular as those hooligan noisemakers you subject your ears to on a regular basis,’ he sneered in reference to her favourite pop bands.
‘Just for that,’ Anthea snapped playfully and removed her hand from under his, ‘you will be joining me at their concert at Wembley next month.’
Horror upon horrors! Mycroft stared at her in dismay.
Anthea smirked. ‘Consider it payback for making me sit through five hours of screaming Italians.’
Then, with a wave of her hand, she shooed him out the door. ‘The rest of the crew will be here soon, so you’d better leave.’
Still reeling from the announcement of his impending doom, Mycroft moved listlessly toward the door. They hadn’t even made it to the third date and she was already wrapping him around her finger.
A smile spread across his face.
And damn it all, if he wasn’t enjoying every second of it.
oOo
They were halfway through their flight, a perfect ascent completed, when the door to the cockpit opened and Molly popped in with a bright smile. John, having ceded control to Sherlock for this flight, turned to her with a smile.
‘Hi, Molly.’
‘Hello boys,’ she greeted warmly. ‘I thought you might want something to drink so I made a fresh cuppa.’ She lifted up two mugs of coffee, which they gratefully accepted. Sherlock took one sniff and a hesitant sip. His eyes slid closed and he savoured the rich flavor as it slid smoothly down his throat. Perfection.
John breathed in the curling steam and groaned appreciatively. ‘If it’s half as good as it smells, I’m diverting to Gretna Green and marrying you on the spot, Miss Hooper.’
A scowl crossed Sherlock’s face and he ignored Molly’s flustered, pleased reply in favor of another sip. Suddenly, the liquid tastes bitter and sharp.
He grimaced and shoved it back toward her without turning around. ‘If I wanted crap coffee, I would have made John make it,’ he snapped.
After a moment, she quietly took the cup back from him.
‘Sherlock,’ John scolded him and turned around to apologize to Molly for the Captain’s curt manner. Sherlock held himself rigidly and did not give in to the temptation to turn around. He knew he would see her big brown eyes filled with hurt and immediately take the coffee back and down it in one go.
If he let her, this new flight attendant could be his downfall.
i forgot to post the cover the first time around but here it is
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