#abducted

Ferid Bathory pushed the door open, gliding into the room. He had spent almost three hours enduring a dull council meeting and he was thoroughly looking forward to be entertained by your presence. "I'm back, little lamb!" he called out, voice sing song and theatrical, "You'll never guess how many times Krul tried to threaten Lest Karr-" the silence was deafening as he realised that the room wad fully vacant. It was hollow and void. His eyes swept over the room, spotting the blend of herbal tea he ordered to be delivered to your room left cold.

His smirk twitched as he saw the wardrobe wide open, clothes missing and left on the bed was a note. He walked towards it, his boots clicking softly against the polished floor. He picked up the parchment, it gave off a weird scent. 'I can't do this anymore. Dont look for me' Ferid let out a laugh as he tossed the note over his shoulder, the note fluttering to the floor like a dying butterfly. He stepped on it abruptly, rubbing his boots over it. "How cliché" he mused as he placed his gloved hand on his hip. He looked around the room, the slits giving out a sadistic sparkle.

"My own sweet little lamb thinks it has found a missing fence in their pen. Did she really think she could escape a wofls slaughterhouse? And with such a terribly written goodbye note? Honestly I'm offended at the lack of effort" he sat down at the edge of the bed, his hand brushing over the spot once, where you used to lay. His mind began to pace as he thiught of cruel consequences of your fleeing. The audacity you have is quite thrilling, really. He was amused at your futile efforts at escape.

"Lets see.." Ferid murmured as he circled his finger on the mattress, "When I catch you, oh I will catch you, probably before sunset. Now how shall we celebrate your return? A month of isolation? No thats too easy. Perhaps a few scratches on your body? Let's see how much you want to run when you'll beg me to remove the knife from your skin" He chuckled, the sound rich. He'd make you apologise on your knees for this, beg him for mercy as he slices through your skin. Oh he'll make a whole game out of it. So thoughtful of you to run so his masochistic side could be entertained like this. Truly, who could love him more than you?

"You've been spoiled, thats the problem" he sighed shaking his head, "I give you a comfortable residence, exquisite food to your taste and safety and this is how you repay me. I'm going to be quite harsh and you might shed a tear or two but dont worry, I'll kiss the pain away" he laughed to himself as he covered his eyes with his hand, throwing his head back. He took a deep breath, inhaling the remnants of your sweet smell in.

The paused as he tilted his head, his eyes snapped open as the amusement vanished from his features. He looked at the floor spotting a scratch, it looked as if a boot had dug in. Something came to his senses as saw the drawr of your nightstand agape, there it was, your diary. He flipped the pages open and just as he had thought, the handwriting didn't match the note. He knelt down and picked it up as he brought it against his nose and took inhaled. The pieces sickeningly clicked together in his head. "I see" he whispered as he stood up and dropped the note on the floor once again, grinding the heel of his boot into it.

"And here I was, getting all excited to punish you. I had such wonderful wicked ideas. I was actually looking forward to making you cry a little bit" he murmured to himself as he picked up the cold teacup and took a sip. "How cruel of them to ruin my fun. A waste of tea too" Ferid turned as he walked out of the door, dropping the tea cup, the content of it spilling all over the floor as the cup shattered. He descend the stairs as he called out to the guards, "Assemble the Vanguard. We are going to pay a visit to a special guest. It seems he has taken something of mine and made it look like something it wasn't"

The head of the guard seemed confused as he questioned him, "Pardon, My Lord?" Ferid chuckled, "Yes. He staged a runaway. He even wrote a note. Can you believe the nerves? The handwriting was atrocious. I'm utterly insulted that he thinks my taste in human companion involves someone who writes so poorly" The guard was taken aback by the explanation.

"We will prepare immediately!" he guard said as he rushed to make arrangements. "Do that" Ferid said as he walked towards the front door, his fingers fiddling with the hilt of his sword, "And bring the heavy restraints! Not for my darling of course! For the noble" he yelled as he stepped outside the estate. The air made his silvef hair flow gracefully behind him, sarcasm flooded back into him as his mind became sharp with malice. A genuine laugh bubbled up his throat as he thought 'To think you could escape so quickly without me noticing, I was genuine surprised. I'm relieved you were brutally abducted. It's much better for my ego.'

But the laughter vanished as the thought of anothet man touching you, draining you dry spiked up unadulterated rage inside of him. Ferid's grip tightened on the hilt of his sword as his face twisted into disgust. "I suppose I'm going to have a rather messy week after we come back" he imagined how he would peel his skin, break his bones one by one as he would ask if he really thought that note was convincing with a smile on his face. He would heal him again and again and continue this torture and he doesn't care if anyone says something about a lowlife noble like that disappearing. "Hold on just a little bit longer, my love. And I promise you, compared to what I'm going to do him, your punishment for getting yourself caught will be much softer" he murmured to himself.