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This story has BL (boy love) elements, but it's not the focus of the story. If you dislike BL, now's the time to turn back. It was nice having you here and I hope you'll find something that will better suit your tastes.
For those of you who stayed, know that this story is also a slow-burn (because in the start the main protagonist is young - fourteen years old, and because I want it to be realistic.)
Lastly, this chapter and some of the future chapters in this story contain gore - those weak of hurt, be warned!
I hope you'll like this story. If you do, or even if you don't, please leave a reply below and tell me your favorite parts!
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The temple - the night of horror, time - 00:34
A knife formed in his hand. It was sharp and deadly, a bloodthirsty thing. It sang, calling out to its master, begging to be used. A sick smile stretched on the temple master's face. Terrifying, sickening - His eyes froze in place, whoever they fell on.
The teen standing in front of the madman wants to run away, but his legs can't move. He can't move. The temple master isn't even looking in his direction, and yet his body is like a statue. Stiff and hard… almost too cold. His heart beats faster and faster – he feels like a trapped rabbit staring up at a wolf.
The knife in the temple master's hand shines in anticipation – calling out for blood, death, and destruction!
The teen knows, for it is not such a difficult thing to guess, that today is his last day to live. He's not strong enough or brave enough to stand up to the temple master. He's nothing more than prey – weak and at the temple master's mercy.
The temple master grins madly, his red eyes finally land on the kneeling boy.
The boy shivers, terrified, but he's unable to move away… to look away.
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There are things said, not to set the mood, but to create an agreement between the two.
The temple master starts moving slowly, but as he walks, no one tries to run away. They stare at him, minds blank from fear. He brings the knife up to his lips, and he kisses the blade lovingly.
Another boy, one that's hidden away, is watching silently. He can see it all happening. He is the first one to note how the temple master's body shifts before he attacks the teen. He covers his mouth, and his eyes growing wide as he stills.
The knife touches the pink skin of the kneeling teen lightly, cold yet yearning so strongly to be used! The teen shakes his head, tears falling silently as the temple master presses the knife, deeper, deeper - spilling blood.
The one hidden away closed his eyes and wills himself not to listen. It… doesn't work. The sounds turn out to be impossible to ignore.
The knife moves swiftly, cutting the flesh like it was butter. It paints the pinkish skin as if it was a canvas.
The poor teen tries to hold his screams in, not wanting to appear weak even when he's moment form death. Ho, but how could he when it hurts so bad. Such piercing pain that goes bone-deep.
The teen starts screaming, his body finally free from whatever held him before. He tries to resist, to break free of the temple master's hold, but even with his full strength, he's just too weak to do so.
The temple master keeps going. His motions are faster and faster. Craving runes into the teen's body. The movements are freakishly fast and precise.
There's a moment there when the temple master has to let go of the teen for a second, and the teen suddenly dashes towards the door, towards freedom - Right towards the hidden boy's direction.
He sidestepped the temple master's knife with speed higher than any he had mastered before. The boy leaps above the temple master's body and his hand touch the door's handle -
However, just as his fingers connect with the doorknob, a firm grip stops him from opening the door.
With one hand, the temple master drags the teen backward. He lifts him up so high that his legs can't touch the cold stone floor.
The temple master face twists into a mad grin as the boy's body starts glowing red.
In mare seconds, the blade disappears. The look in the mad man's eyes screams, 'I don't need a blade to deal with you,' and he's absolutely right.
The temple master uses his unmeasurable strength, and with one hand, only he breaks both of the teen's legs.
The pain in the teen's voice has everyone frozen in disbelief. It sounded like death itself.
No one moves or makes a sound. They all look at the crippled teen. He's screaming and squirming on the blood-soaked floor. They can't help but stare at his bent, broken legs.
The hidden boy keeps quiet and keeps watching. There's nothing he can do to help anyone in that room.
He's weaker than them, and he had previously believed them to be reliable - The only thing he can do right now is to make sure he isn't spotted.
'God,' the boy prays silently in his heart of hearts 'if you are real,' he takes a deep breath, 'please make this a bad dream,' the hidden boy wished with everything that he is, eyes closed.