"Angel stop fucking crying like a bitch."

He continued to sob hysterically as I applied the ointment onto his back. I had him bent over my lap so that I had a perfect view of what needed to be done. The cuts have been healing surprisingly very well since he'd gotten the stitches taken out. A small portion of the gashes were deep enough for the bone to be visible in some spots, so I was extremely satisfied with the progress he was making. If only he didn't cause every morning a fucking challenge for me by crying over ointment, then everything would be perfect.

"I can't...I-It," he sniffles while clutching onto my thigh. "It h-hurts so bad." Angel whined, resting his head on my knee. Sighing, I pulled him further up and proceeded with what I was doing. I ignored his pleas, over his bitching. If he wants to get better then I have to do this. He has no other choice but to sit through it.

I can't help but be greatly unimpressed by how easily he can be brought to tears at times. Angel is weak. And I found that frustrating. I could have settled on helping him heal in a much more painful way like I'd initially intended but I didn't, deciding he'd had enough for now. I went easy on him because I know he couldn't take anything else, yet he's still crying.

When he tried to move away from me for the thousandth time, I felt the sudden urge to reopen the wounds all over again. Angel's body jerked forward as I brought my hand down onto his ass. I gripped the now reddening skin firmly in my hold, hard enough to make sure I was causing him pain. He gasped as I snatched him up by his neck until his ear was placed directly beside my mouth. "Angel if you move one more fucking time we will have a problem. Sit still and stop crying. You're not some fucking child."

He side eyed me, his face was still wet with tears as he shook uncontrollably but he looked away knowing better than to challenge me. I made sure to sit in silence for a couple of seconds, waiting patiently for him to speak his mind. Angel had that frustrated look on his face like he wanted to say something to me that'll get him fucked up, and I was ready for it.

Though when he said nothing after some time passed, I got back to work without a word. I kept my hand wrapped around his neck to keep his upper half straight while his lower still rested over my knee. Angel settled on hissing the entire way through, and he would dig his nails into my leg whenever I applied the ointment to a deeper cut. I could tell by the look on his flushed face that he wanted to cry again, but he knew better than to go against my word.

I brought my focus back and forth between his healing wounds and his face to make sure I saw no tears. I won't have him crying like he's some fucking childish brat. He's too old for that shit. I'd thought that he'd toughened up from spending these last couple of months with me but it seems as if that's done nothing for him. I was okay with that for the time being. Angel still has the rest of his life to spend with me. There's plenty of room for changes.

I didn't finish fixing him up until another 10 minutes had passed. When I was done, I helped Angel stand up straight. "You should have a high tolerance for pain at this point, Angel." He looked away from me, sniffling as he wiped his puffy eyes.

"That's impossible when you nearly kill me every time you hurt me Zhayne." Angel was flushing bright red.

"But I haven't killed you." I answered. "Not yet at least. You haven't pushed me to that point." I told him honestly. He went stiff as he stood between my legs.

"What's wrong with you?" He whispered, looking into my eyes as if that would give him some sort of answer.

"Nothing." I shrugged, no longer interested in this conversation. Angel sighed. "Aye," I pointed to the dresser. "Grab me a blunt and light me up." I could really go for a smoke session right now. I'm supposed to leave the house in about 10 minutes to attend a meeting my father had requested everyone show up to. But I had no intention of being on time. Usually I wouldn't even do so much as think about going, but for some reason I felt as if I should this once. Who knows? I might have a good time. I was pleased as I imagined the amount of blood that would be spilled if that were the case.

Angel came back to me and placed the blunt between my lips. Then he took the lighter and watched the flame burn the tip of the stick. I gazed up at him as he stared at the lighter for longer than he should have, before he pulled it away and sat it beside me on the bed. I tilted my head to the side as I inhaled. Hmm. I thought, narrowing my eyes. "You want a hit?" He shook his head quickly at my question.

I watched him fiddle with his fingers nervously as he tried his best to keep his composure. Angel was scared. Petrified of me. He could hardly bring himself to move. "Look at me." I exhaled the smoke as he slowly lifts his head to meet my awaiting stare. "Why are you trembling?"

"Because you're...scary."

"How?" I frowned. "I'm not hurting you." He continued to shake violently as I proceeded to pull him into my lap. Angel raised his hands to my chest as if he wanted to push me away.

"B-But you're touching me." He replied, desperately holding back tears. "Every time you do that I'm afraid you're going to kill me."

"You'd know if I was going to kill you."

"I feel like I'm going to piss on myself whenever I'm around you, Zhayne." He told me. "You don't understand how much you scare me. You're so unpredictable. I never know what's going through your head."

"You're making your anxiety worse, worrying about what's going on in my head." Angel sucked in a breath as I raised my hand to softly caress one of the cuts on his back. The warm ointment spread all over my fingers. He still trembled. "You should worry about yourself and that mind of yours before anyone else." I informed him. "It's amusing how you think of me as the biggest threat in your life." I said.

It was true for the most part, but what Angel didn't know was that there was something else other than me. "You're focused on the wrong person." I told him. It seemed as if my words did nothing to calm him down. "You're a smart boy. You'll figure it out." I left the matter alone. I won't discuss this with him anymore. I'll leave it for him to think about.

"Angel." I murmured, taking in his appearance as he continued to shake. The sound of his name coming from me was enough to scare him. "You're so pretty." He was more than that. I could not accurately describe him. He wasn't of this world. That's why I could never withdraw myself from him.

My thoughts began to go elsewhere as I let my eyes travel downward. "My head between your thighs sounds good right now." Angel froze, not knowing what to say to that. Not really caring about what he has to say next, I stared at the purpling marks I left on his stomach, legs, and neck from last night. This wasn't enough. I caressed his sides, only focusing on how much better he'd look if I marked him up more.

"Y-you did that...stuff to me all night. P-please stop joking around. Haven't you had enough?." He replied. No. I thought. I'll never get enough of you. I wasn't even looking at his face right now and I knew he'd gotten scared all of a sudden. I imagined how red his cheeks must be. He's so cute. I brought his small body closer to me, pressing a single kiss to his stomach.

"Do I have a smile on my face?" I frowned, flickering my gaze upward to meet his. Angel let out a small gasp and nearly fell back, as he was startled at the sudden action. I briefly felt irritated. It's as if he wants to reopen his fucking wounds. If I didn't have my hands bracing him up, he'd have fallen on his back. All of my hard work to fix him would have gone to waste instantly. I let out a breath, not thinking about it. It pissed me off.

"Zhayne I-" He swallowed, trembling in my hold. I blinked, waiting to hear what he has to say. Angel knows I hate when he hesitates to speak up. I let him know on way too many occasions that it was okay to talk to me despite what he may think. Even if he knows it will get him in trouble, I don't tell him he can't. I just remind him to be smart and careful with his choice of words. "Don't think my...um..." he trailed off.

"Angel."

It was my short warning for him to hurry up. My patience was growing thin. The gorgeous boy bit his lip, looking away from me. He was trying to hide the fact that he'd gotten even more fearful at the tone in my voice. It did nothing for him when his body was still shaking, like it always did in my presence. Angel then spoke so lowly I almost couldn't hear him. "I...don't think my...thing works anymore." He whispered. "You kept making me cum until it hurt." He told me, embarrassed.

"That was the point." I told him as I finished smoking.

"W-what?"

He heard what I said. I don't like repeating myself. "I like making you cum until you can't anymore." It was nothing but the truth. Angel wasn't confident in himself. Therefore he did not know how perfect he looked every time he came. I made him cum over and over again for that purpose, to see that facial expression that I've grown obsessed with.

I've become infatuated with way he went from moaning my name loudly and not caring about who heard in the moment, to sobbing, begging me to stop because he couldn't take it anymore. It's what I craved and I'll never get tired of hearing it. I mean, If Angel didn't pass out on me, I would have kept going if it meant I got to see him cry more.

However, I didn't just do it because I loved watching him scream in ecstasy and pain until it became to much for him. I do it because Angel needs to be reminded that I'm the only one who can make him feel such pleasure. Each and every time he orgasmed, I made it clear through my touch that he is mine to do what I want with. His body knows it belongs to me, even though his mind simply refuses to fully accept the fact. I knew by the way Angel was unable to resist me because of how he reacts with a simple caress of my fingertips. That was all it took for him to lose all sense of thought.

"I never know what to say to you, Zhayne."

"You don't have to say anything." I mumbled. "Get up and get dressed." I told him, lifting him off of me. "I have something I want to show you before I leave for tonight." I put clothes on and watched Angel as he did the same to make sure he didn't do anything to irritate the cuts.

When he was done, he didn't say anything but he followed me as I led him out of the room and headed downstairs. Angel looked worried. He always looked that way around me, and I've grown used to it. But this was one of those moments where he looked close to tears because of how hard he was thinking about where I could possibly be taking him. I thought about telling him that it's no big deal and that no harm will come his way, for now. But that takes the fun out of it all. I'll let him keep guessing. That look of horror on his beautiful face truly manages to make my day, sometimes.

As we continued on our way, I gave Angel directions on where to walk as I followed right behind him. Everywhere we go, that's how it is. He's in the front, and I observe from the back. I need Angel to be within my peripheral vision at all times. I don't think he's stupid enough to even think about running away from me again. He wouldn't succeed anyway. Angel still had no idea that I'd had a tracker put inside of him.

Despite my advantage, I won't ever allow him to think I'm cutting him some slack. That will never happen. He had one time to fuck up with me. Now he has to deal with the fact that he has to be watched like a child, since he wanted to fucking run away like one.

"Turn left. Stop at the first door to your right."

Angel turned left and approached the door I spoke of. He then paused, waiting anxiously for me. I unlocked the door after I put the code in to enter, and when it opened, Angel looked up at me, cautious. "What's this?" He asked, looking unsure about if he should have questioned me or not, but he knew it was too late for him to take it back. Lucky for him, I didn't mind for the time being.

My mind trailed back to his question. I hummed in thought as I guided Angel inside with my hand on his back. The door automatically closed behind us. "I don't know." I never thought of a name for this place. "Think of it as a memorial. Or an indoor graveyard." I like the second option better. Angel stopped for a moment, not wanting to go any farther.

He looked up at me. "Is...is this going to make me scared?" I continued guiding him down the long hallway. Soon we would have to make a right, and I knew I should probably give him the answer before we turn that corner. I shrugged.

"It shouldn't."

My answer clearly didn't sit right with him at all. I could feel Angel's anxiety coming off of him in waves as we approached the corner and finally turned. When we did, I was pleased that I always think a step ahead because Angel was ready to fall out again as soon as he was greeted with the cold air. I decided not to pay too much attention to him, since he was being dramatic. There was nothing to be afraid of.

He shivered, trying to take a step away from me but I silently warned him not to take another one. He fought back tears and I stared at him, daring him to let one single fucking drop of liquid slip from his eyes. I won't keep putting up with this constant crying shit for much longer. It pisses me off when he cries unnecessarily over trivial things.

When he managed to pull himself together, I slid my coat off of my shoulders and laid it across his, since he was cold. I couldn't be bothered by it. I enjoyed the temperature in this room, after all. Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I allowed my eyes to travel over every single detail. It's been so long since I've entered this room and I already feel refreshed.

When Zhalil and Victoria had this room built for me years ago, when I was little, they had requested that everything be set up a certain way. In order to fit the vision they had for it, every body that I kept in this room had been drained of their blood. Then, their internal organs were taken out and sold to the black market, if I hadn't taken them out myself that is.

The corpses were lined up next to each other, whether they had all of their body parts or not. Some people only had their arms and legs leftover, and quite a few have been left with their heads, which was what all four walls and the ceiling mainly consist of. They were filled head to toe with bodies or parts from my victims, with their patches of skin as the background.

Those who were left with their heads had their eye lids and mouth sewn shut, while I kept their eyes preserved elsewhere. On the floor, which Angel and I were standing on, had each and every one of their death dates along with how they died, and what age I killed them at, engraved onto the black and white marble. It was an odd design, but I liked it.

"Angel." I started off, gazing down in admiration at his terrified figure as he struggled to take in the atmosphere without shaking violently in fear. "This is where I keep the bodies of every person I've ever killed." That's not true, so that was kind of a lie. But the vast majority of the bodies were in here.

It took every ounce of strength in him not to lose consciousness. Angel was shifting on his feet continuously and he was biting on his lip so hard that he could draw blood at any given moment. The thought tempted me. I took his hand in mine, listening as his next question splutters from lips. "W-why would you keep all of this, Zhayne? T-This is-"

"What, sick?" I finished for him. Angel shut his mouth, knowing I was right. He could be painfully predictable at times. Even though that was the case I'll still never grow tired of him. He will never understand the severity of my obsession with him. In my eyes It's almost as if he can do no wrong.

"T-These are innocent people. H-How could you? They ha-" I tuned him out for a second as I edged toward something I was in search of. He was babbling at this point and I didn't want to hear the bullshit. It was annoying how he still finds some things surprising and continues to question me as if he hasn't been with me for months now. Angel may be intelligent for the most part, but he's also very fucking slow.

"Not all of them are innocent people. Some of them deserved to be killed. Most of them however were just unfortunate to have been placed in my hands to be dealt with." I replied bluntly. Angel had given up at that point and I was pleased with the fact. I wasn't going to answer anymore of his questions anyway unless I felt the need to. He knows what kind of man he's dealing with.

I stopped walking as I reached what I was looking for. It was the body of the first person that was to ever be put up in this room. Unlike many of the others, this man still had his full body since none of his limbs have been detached.

Angel was barely holding it together as he shakily asked, "h-how old were you when you killed him?" He hesitated to ask. Now this was a good question. At first I didn't remember what age I was myself, since I was so young. I simply pointed toward the engraving with his information. Angel's eyes followed where I was pointing and looked at the number above his date of death. When he saw the single digit, he covered his mouth wide wide eyes. I sighed.

"You were 8?!"

"That's what it says."

"Why were you killing people at 8 years old, Zhayne? You were supposed to be enjoying your childhood doing things kids are supposed to do! Not murder people." Instead of being pissed with his words, I was amused. Angel's cute when he gets like this.

"I did enjoy my childhood, first of all." I corrected him, fixing my coat on his tiny shoulders when I saw it was slipping. "There's not a written rule that says you cannot kill people when you're young." I told him secondly. "And that man was just a test run, if I'm remembering correctly. So it's nothing to bitch about."

"A test run?" He repeated incredulously.

"Yes." I replied. "He was a test to see if I was fit to become the head of my family when I turned the appropriate age." I informed Angel, who was staring up at me, hardly believing what I'm saying. My lips set into a thin line. It was like talking to a brick wall. The only thing he could register was the fact that I killed a man at 8 years old. "If I didn't kill him,"

I pointed to the bullet 7 bullet wounds on his chest where his heart once was, then the long slit running down the middle of his face which I had split open years ago. If I hadn't requested for it to be sewn up, it would have been in two separate pieces. "Then my father would have killed me and gave the opportunity to one of my younger brothers who were 5 and 6 at the time."

"Brothers?" He muttered. "There's more of you?"

Angel held on to his stomach as if he felt like he was going to throw up. I wouldn't care if he were to do it anywhere else in the house, but if he does it in this room he will be joining everyone else in here. He better hold that shit. "You and your stupid questions are really making this less enjoyable for me. I was looking forward to showing you this room today and you're ruining it."