PICTURE AND STORY!!

Note: Title is crappy I know. XD

I have seriously had this odd passion for ~RavenDrakil's character "Doctor Dabraille" and I've been dying to do something with him in it and I finally have. This picture took me under a week to do and the story...about an hour tops. lol

I hope all of you enjoy it fully. ^^

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He said…no, he promised and vowed a deal with me…he wouldn’t hurt me. I can’t help but think afterwards that there should have been some kind of guidelines or rules towards that deal.
Harm splits into two streams of physical and emotional abuse, though even being in this position I’m aching a little, but I can’t say anything harmful is going to happen. Well…I hope nothing harmful is going to ensue.
I couldn’t understand why I felt so safe when he had arrived; I was safe already wasn’t I?
…I didn’t feel very safe, but I had no reason what so ever to distrust Raven. They were protecting me, but the room was concealed, closed off and dark. Raven had thought so much into his plan to hide me away and help me that he didn’t even see how scared I was.
Maybe that’s why I confined in him when he slipped into the room, though wasn’t it him they were suppose to be protecting me from?
I remember him reaching his hand out to me in the darkness of the room and all I could do was stare at it. I was shaking so much and my eyes stung in the corners from the burning tears. His words mysteriously calmed me though and after that…I took it.
I’m sure I’d been here before but when it comes to meeting him I can never tell if it’s reality or a dream. I knew by the uncomfortable feeling in my knees and arms this wasn’t a dream.
I was biting back a smirk that would have probably thrown into more trouble if he was in the room. The reason I was in this position in the first place repeated itself in my mind. If I’d kept that old I.D card of his to myself I wouldn’t be hanging from the ceiling.

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”You shouldn’t be wandering in a room you’re unfamiliar with, especially a room like mine.”
“Well, since nightfall has ended, sleep is pretty much out of the question.”
“Hm…”
“Besides, I’m enjoying exploring this place all the more. Can never help but find something interesting.”
“And have you? …Found anything interesting that is?”
“Well, this picture on this old I.D card is veeery amusing…Doctor Dabraille.”
“…Oh?”
“That is your name isn’t it?”
“Could be.”
“Well considering this person has blue hair, I’d come to the conclusion it is you.”
I bit my lip at that moment, but the grin produced across my face waggling the card in my hand.
“You’re wearing shades. That’s…”
“Be careful of your next choice of words.”
Now I really was grinning, I was actually feeling cocky and hadn’t thought of the consequences. How had this kind of environment made me feel so much better?
“You look…cool? …Really spun yourself out of the 80’s didn’t you?”
He moved quite quickly, like the wind unseen until his hands had nestled under my arms. My eyes were staring up at his crooked smirk as he opened those demon like eyes of his.
“You’re not allowed to hurt me! We made a deal!”
“Of course we do, but even small teasing words like yours give me the greatest excuse to do something.”
“…Do something?”

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And there you have it really, kind of anti-climax maybe, but I think he just enjoys showing me where I stand whilst being with him. The straps are really starting to put a strain on my wrists, the sweat it’s creating is seriously going to leave a rash if he doesn’t get me down soon….
“Why are you frowning my dear girl? You seemed so pleased with yourself before.”
I shifted my gaze from his face as soon as he stepped in front of my bond form to inspect my awkward situation. I knew that mostly likely he had that knowing smirk across his lips.
“Well…I’m sure I can get that smile back.”
I couldn’t resist jerking uncomfortably at that as he walked out of my line of sight again to retrieve something.
The wheels of a chair were heard squeaking along the floor and had stopped behind me. I had this thought of impending doom upon me. The chair squeaked again telling me he’d sat down and was now ready to begin my punishment.
I hadn’t expected the icy feeling of his hand to be such a shock making my head throw itself backwards causing a loud screech from my throat. His thin yet skillful fingers found their place and softly kneaded into my skin.
He twirled a small feather between his thumb and forefinger gently and snickered as he continued the torture.
“Maybe…if you stop finding this so funny dear Kate, I might just be kind enough to release you.”

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The Doc/Doctor Dabraille © ~RavenDrakil

Kate, Art © *HomunculusLover