Forever Caged [Complete]

Ok, this chapter is purely abuse. Reyvn gets cut up by a very angry Rendell.

If you can't handle a lot of blood/violence, I would suggest skipping it altogether. The next chapter can be read without worry, because it still explains what happened in this one.

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Chapter 15: Punishment


Bright blue eyes fluttered open, and Reyvn groaned softly as he rolled over on one side. His body ached, and his head was pounding something fierce. What the hell had happened? He looked at his surroundings, and noticed he was in a dark room. That much he was grateful for, because light would've made the headache worse. He felt soft, silken fabric under him, and it was cool against his skin. He could see the vague outline of a dresser and the dim gleam of a mirror on this side of the bed, and rolled onto his back to try and see more. He noticed a bookshelf half-filled, and his eyes started to wander to his other side. It was then that he noticed the dark shape laying next to him, and he gasped in sudden fear.

He started to scoot away, but stopped himself. He didn't want Rendell to wake up. Not yet. He shut his eyes and lay back down silently, his back to the man. He remembered being violated by shadows, and Rendell thrusting into his mouth, and the taste of Rendell's blood...

Everything was fuzzy after that, and then nothing. But he somehow had this terrible feeling that he was in for a long day of nothing but anguish.

Rendell grunted and rolled over, then sat up and hissed when his back began to sting. "Motherfucker!" he yelled. He didn't really acknowledge that Reyvn was there when he got up to go to the bathroom. His cuts burned horribly, and it infuriated him, then he remembered who put them there. "Reyvn!" he yelled. "Get in here now!"

Reyvn sat up with a start, and felt his body cool with fear. He swallowed, not wanting to go to his master. He could feel the man's anger press against him, hot and sharp, not all too different from Koumori's. He shook his head and quickly stood, finding it hurt to do so. What else had happened? He walked to the bathroom, careful not to meet Rendell's eyes. "Master?" he asked softly, frightened.

Rendell grinned, noticing that Reyvn had gone back to the helpless little creature he had been before. "Do you remember what happened? Do you recall how I got so bloodied up?"

Reyvn shook his head quickly. "N-no. The last thing I remember is...you asking me to show you what Koumori did, and then I bit you. And...everything after that is empty." He wrapped his arms around himself, chilled.

The demon swung his hand down hard on Reyvn's shoulder, and felt the boy's body buckle under the blow. "Liar!" he shouted. "You know damn good and well what happened!"

"Ah!" Reyvn yelped as he shuddered, the pain exploding through his shoulder and down his back. He looked up at Rendell, eyes wide in terror. "No, I really don't remember," he said louder, hoping Rendell would believe him. The sudden loudness of both their voices and the new pain in his shoulder made his head throb harder, and he made a small noise as he put a hand to his head. "I don't..."

Rendell grabbed Reyvn by the throat. "I have an assignment for you. Count each and every scar on me, no matter how miniscule. For each one, you're going to suffer." He threw the boy down on the floor like a rag doll. "If you know how to heal, I just might hurt you less."

Reyvn learned long ago how to land on floors without taking too much damage. He instinctively slammed his arm down to absorb the shock of the fall as he skidded on his side, though the pain still crept through his leg and hip. He sat up slowly, rubbing his throat. He trembled as he cautiously approached Rendell again, and began counting the injuries with his eyes. 5, 6, 7...13, 14, 15...

Shit, how many were there? And that was just the front. He carefully moved behind Rendell, and gasped at the damage to his back. He glanced at his hands, seeing dried blood all over them, and some crusted under his long nails. He swallowed, and kept counting. 23, 24, 25...
There were some on his master's back that blended into each other, forming larger single scars. 36, 37, 38, 39, 40...

He must have raked Rendell at least fourteen times for this much damage. He moved to the man's thighs, and finished counting. He stumbled back, shocked at how much damage he'd done. He looked up at the demon, feeling tears start to sting at his eyes. "E...eighty-three," he said, voice quivering.

Rendell was silent and motionless through the counting. "For every one, you will be cut twice. Do you hear me?" His voice was stern even as he reached into a drawer by the sink and pulled out a folding razor. "Do we want to start now? Or shall we wait till you've had a bath?"

Reyvn did the math quickly in his head. A hundred-and-sixty-six cuts. He didn't know if he could live through that. He wasn't sure if taking a bath right now would be a good idea...Rendell would certainly have time to think of new creative things to do to him as the time passed, and he definitely didn't want that. He didn't want the punishment to happen at all, but knew he couldn't escape. He was more trapped here than he'd been in Koumori's home. He trembled, and looked away. Maybe his headache would let him pass out while Rendell carved into him. "Let's...do this now," he said quietly.

Rendell pulled Reyvn close to him, and quickly slipped the blade over the boy's stomach a few times. "It won't end with just the cuts you know," he whispered in his ear. He then had a thought. "What would happen if I cut off your pretty hair?"

Reyvn cried out as the blade bit into the soft flesh of his stomach, the tears flowing down his face now. He trembled, and had to fight not to run away. He whimpered softly, keeping his eyes from Rendell's. Cut his hair? Why? He liked it, and it was pretty, but... "I-it...would be short," he said quietly. He couldn't think straight. His head was throbbing harder, and the stinging pain in his stomach didn't help.

"Of course it would be short, stupid. It'd be gone." Rendell trailed the blade over Reyvn's arm, making each slice as long as he could. He carefully avoided any major veins, but shoved the blade deep where he could.

Reyvn whimpered and screamed under Rendell's brutality, sobbing. And he knew they'd only just started. His body shook and tried to flinch away from the cold steel, and he could feel his arm start to grow numb.

Once Rendell had administered as many cuts as he deemed safe on that arm, he trailed the blade across Reyvn's chest to the other. "Oh don't be so sad. Look, you're already a third of the way done."

A third...Reyvn shuddered, and believed Rendell would make the remainder of this torture as long as he could, if not more painful. The tears didn't stop, and he yelped and whined some more when his master began again on his other arm.

Rendell was having a grand time slicing away at Reyvn's skin. As he finished with that arm, he smiled and announced that his stomach or his calf would finish the deed. However, he was cut short as the doorbell echoed through the manor. "Fuck," he spat. He threw the blade down and left Reyvn there to answer the door after throwing a towel around his waist. "If you move, I'm putting salt in those cuts!"

Reyvn trembled when Rendell left, thankful that he was called away. He forced himself to remain in exactly the same position he'd been left in, because he knew the demon would be true to his words. He wanted to curl up and just cry, or find some way to make the pain stop, but he couldn't.

Outside, Arna stood waiting. "Master said I had to come by every day to check on him," he explained.

Rendell gave him a dirty look and told him that Reyvn was asleep, but he was more than welcome to sit and eat lunch with them. He went back to the bathroom Reyvn was in, and said, "Your friend is here. Wouldn't want him to hear you scream, would you?" He picked the blade back up and put a little slice on Reyvn's neck for good measure. "Oh my, I've lost count. Should I start over?"

Reyvn froze when Rendell walked back in. Friend? Wait, Arna? He gasped at the small cut on his throat, and tried to be quieter. If Rendell had lost count, he certainly hadn't. He spoke up softly, voice shaky. "A hundred and seven." He didn't know what his master would do after that, but he did know he didn't want to start over.

"You've been a good little boy haven't you? Keeping track for me?" He licked the little cut on Reyvn's neck. "As a reward you get to choose where I cut next."

Oh thank gods. Reyvn was almost certain Rendell would backhand him for that one. He shuddered and inhaled sharply. What was it about Rendell's spit that made his cuts sting like that? He fought to keep his control, and swallowed. Where would be the safest place to let him cut? He was used to his back being carved on, and could easily sleep on his side. He didn't trust Rendell with his stomach or legs. He said softly then, "M...my back."

Rendell shifted Reyvn's hair over his shoulder. "Are you certain? Once I start, I won't stop."

Wide blue eyes met Rendell's, worried. Why wouldn't he stop? They were almost done, weren't they? Reyvn dared question why. "Master...?"

Rendell brought the razor to the center of Reyvn's back, and began to make a series of deep cuts, more stabbing than actual slicing. The inch-long incisions began to make a form, while Rendell started chanting.

Reyvn whimpered and threw his head back, silencing a scream. What would happen if Arna heard? Fresh tears streamed down his face as hot pain dug into his back. He thought vaguely that he understood what Rendell was saying, but couldn't make sense of it.

Rendell's dark aura choked the dim light out of the room again, and the marks on Reyvn's back began to glow. The tentacles turned into tongues of fire and began to slide into the stab-wounds on Reyvn's back.

Reyvn screamed, his voice hoarse. He shuddered and sobbed, having never felt anything like this before. His back was on fire, and it burned on the inside. His vision blanked out, and he was only barely aware that he was begging and screaming at Rendell to stop. Finally he succumbed to the pain, and his body went limp as he passed out.

Rendell scooped up the bloody, burned mess and deposited him in the bathtub. He turned on the tap and began to clean the boy off, rinsing away all the blood. He had overdone it a bit... maybe, but he felt justified.