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Benediction struggles against his bonds, the lock securing his bonds clinking against the metal chair as he struggles. He can hear his captors in the room next door, and although his eyes are covered he knows that he’s alone.
It’s been hours, stuck here without a meal. The group that had him (the blindfold prevented him from identifying him) was undoubtedly vampiric, as much as it repulsed him to think that. Thankfully, they seemed not to notice his own nature, negligent enough in their kidnappings that they had found a vampire in an attempt to capture a meal. What idiots.
Though he seems to be a pre-planned capture, as his captors haven’t attempted to feed. Instead, they taunt him mercilessly, though he isn’t much affected. He’s had water hucked in his face, his captors under the impression that he needs human sustenance to survive.
While the treatment is vile, and he hates these men more than he can stand, he’s too weak to break the ropes that they’ve used to restrain him. The knot of cloth stuck into his mouth would normally be a mere annoyance, but the cloth has soaked in his saliva and now leaves his mouth unpleasantly dry. Not to mention the awful feeling of cotton rubbing up against his teeth. Eugh.
Benediction has no idea quite how long he’s been here, tied to this stupid chair. If it was wooden and frail, perhaps even in his weakened state he would be able to break free.
A door clanks in the room next to him. He hears a shout (“HEY! WHO THE HELL-”) before his heightened senses pick up a hard *thump* as something falls to the floor. He can hear a clatter too, and as humiliating as it is to rely on another for his own rescue, he hopes that the reason for the noise is someone on his side, not an internal quarrel. He hears the shriek of the heavy door opening to the room that he’s in, and tenses as he listens for any indication of the newcomer’s intentions. He hears the sounds of footsteps, the clack of leather shoes on the hard tile floor. He feels breath on his skin as the unknown being leans in, and-
“Hi, Bene!” The voice is too chipper, and Benediction rolls his eyes beneath the blindfold. He knows <i>just</i> who his saviour is, and he does not care for his antics right now. The first thing said after slim hands remove the gag from his mouth is: “Cut me free. Now.”
“Oh,” Seigo sighs, sounding reluctant. “But I cleared out the hideout just for you… Couldn’t you humour me, just this once?”
Benediction knows any and all of Seigo’s disappointment or reluctance is merely an act. He lets out a sigh, despite not needing to breathe. “Remove my blindfold, Seigo.”
The scientist does as asked, and Benediction is met with a smug grin as the cloth comes off of his eyes. The room he’s in is small, with boarded up windows and a heavy door. Seigo stands in front of him, stance wide and confident. “I just want to have a little fun, Bene. Tell me you don’t want <i>this?</i>”
To end his sentence, Seigo removes a pen knife from his belt. He makes the tiniest of cuts, right on the meat of his palm, and Benediction’s eyes are glued to the small bead of blood that pearls there. Seigo presses next to it and the cut spills over, a striking red line trailing after the droplet as it falls off at the juncture of his thumb and palm, and splatters on the floor. “Hm?” Seigo prods for an answer. “Now, what do you say, Benny?”
He hates that nickname. But He can’t find it within himself to hate the man before him, not when he can smell his blood, beating fast through Seigo’s veins. Benediction sniffs the air, trying to ignore how his mouth now pools spit under his tongue. He swallows it down. In an effort to calm himself, he tries to lick his chapped lips casually but he knows the action will not go ignored. Seigo pushes his hand closer. “Come now, take it.”
A whine coaxes it’s way out of Benediction’s throat, despite his efforts to smother it. He hates this side of him, hungry, angry, repulsive. But his body doesn’t care, he’s gone weeks without feeding, and he needs it. He needs it now and he Can’t. Get. At. It.<
He wriggles against the bonds, still too weak to break them. Seigo puts his hand just barely out of reach, and Benedict curses under his breath, and that’s when Seigo takes pity on him, wiping the now bloody palm of his hand over Benediction’s lips. He nearly avoids Bene’s teeth, the other man’s reflexes weak from exhaustion. He tuts at the bound man as Benediction licks the smeared blood off of his chin.