Part 11: Terrible Nightmare

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Delicately, he snatched your left hand, rotating your wrist to expose all of the dark lines crossing over it. They covered the softest part of your arm where the sun didn't burn your skin so much. As his eyes dropped to examine it closely, yours followed. They widened when you finally realized what they were. Cuts. Some older and some so fresh they were probably made only a few hours ago. All of which looked intentional, nasty and chaotic as they were. A sinking feeling plummeted in your stomach, holding your breath.

"..I'm terribly sorry..." Herobrine softly apologized, a couple rough fingers carefully gliding over your tattered skin. "I just couldn't help myself..." You wanted to pull away, but feared that might just rial him up like in your last dream. "I knew you were going to run to Notch...and when I couldn't detect you sleeping after a few nights, I... I feared the worst.." Slowly, Herobrine bent down, your arm pulled up as well until they met. He placed a tender, pleading kiss over the injured spot. You cringed, tugging on your caught arm. "But now..." Speaking chillingly soft still, the man kissed your arm again, this time an inch further from your hand.  His eyes were half closed as he moved even closer while still talking. "You could never in a thousand years comprehend how happy I am to see you've made it..." A mild growl or purr left his smile. Another kiss was placed on your higher arm now, just above the elbow. Your back pressed harder into the stone as you attempted an escape, fight-or-flight kicking in as his kisses crawled their way up to your shoulder. Terrible tingles sprouted from each point. As his lips hovered over the base of your neck, mocking your position by exhaling onto your tender skin slowly, you had had enough. Your right hand flung upward, slapping the man across the face. He hardly flinched, a wicked smile sprouting instead as he was given sick pleasure from feeling such genuine pain. Suddenly, his mouth opened wide, jaws clamping down on the side of your neck, tongue stroking your skin. The man's arms restrained you in a tight hold, wrapping around your lower back so tightly that his hands curled around to grip your stomach.

"Ow! L-let GO!!" You shrieked, kicking the man's legs with your own. His teeth only bit into your soft skin harder, nearly breaking through to blood. You continued to flail your legs about when the man picked you up, face still pressed against the base of your neck.

You were carried into your room and tossed with your back on your old, stiff mattress. Herobrine wrestled his way on top of you, straddling  your pelvis. You realized fighting back wasn't helping any, so instead you laid limply, hoping that would ease the tension some. Cold hands slipped under your shirt to rub against your bare back. Scruffy beard you yourself kept forgetting to shave tickling your face as he nibbled lightly around your chin and mouth. To say you were terrified was an understatement!

"Why aren't you fighting back anymore?" The man huffed, sounding a little disappointed. He then shifted back some so he could give some special attention to the bottom of your jaw.

"Iy-Iy-yyyow!" He nipped at your skin. "I'm not doing this! You'll never get me to p-play as your doll like Steve!!"

"Aw, baby~" Herobrine's head moved so his eyes were staring into yours, arms of his sliding up right underneath your shoulders to hold the man's weight as he now loomed over you, nearly still. Your shirt had been unintentionally pulled up almost all the way...you noticed. Shivers and shakes tossed around your boiling blood as much as your heart. "Steve was just a test run; my practice for the real deal... I've since perfected the formula, (Y/n). A symbiotic relationship." He smiled down at you. "Pain for pleasure~" His smile shifted to a smirk. A visible tremble shook you to your core. Noticing, the man on top of you chuckled darkly. "Again...I've been very busy.. I have taken time studying your body... Every little soft spot and pressure point.." leaning his forehead against yours, Hero exhaled onto your lips. "..I now know..." He whispered, a broad smile taking hold of his previous smirk.

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