Fanfic Idea! (Lucemond, modern-ish, WARNING: Extremely Dark, kidnapped, amputated Lucerys, Kidnapper Aemond obsessed)
Aemond sighs, petting Lucerys' hair as he slowly wakes up. Aemond looked at his angelic face, a sweet one he only gets to see when he was asleep. It has been something of a repeated chore for Aemond. Lucerys wakes up from his drugged sleep on the bed of his special room, tries to escape, only for Aemond to hunt him down and put him back to drugged sleep. It was fun the first few times, allowing Lucerys to believe he had a chance, pretending to forget to lock the door, "accidentally" leaving the key to the chains on the bed. He loved watching the hope in his eyes slowly die whenever he found out that Aemond caught him, again and again and again.
This time, though, Aemond got tired of their cat and mouse chase. Actually, he got scared, but he would never truly admit it to himself. Lucerys was close, so close to escaping, and Aemond was, unfortunately, held up in the hospital when the alarm on his phone rang, and he dashed home, making an excuse of Vhagar (his old dog) managing to get out of the house.
He drove like crazy, and when he reached his secret cabin in the woods, he got lucky, because Lucerys opened the door right at the moment he stood in front of it, quickly shoving a chloroform filled cloth on his mouth and nose. This latest escape was not under his control. That was the fact that pissed Aemond off the most. He could have left, could have escaped and called for help. He would have left Aemond alone again. So Aemond decided enough was enough. If Lucerys wasn't going to stop trying to escape, then he would just have to make sure he wouldn't be able to.
When Lucerys woke up, he kissed his forehead, like he always did after Lucerys' little escape stunts. He greeted him with a "good morning", and he watched as Lucerys' eyes burn. He was pissed, he was scared. He had hope. Too bad, that hope will soon extinguish.
Aemond watched as Lucerys mumbled something about water, and Aemond generously gave him a water bottle with a straw. Lucerys was still groggy from the anesthesia, so Aemond watched, and he waited. Soon, he saw it.
Lucerys was beginning to frown, and wince as he sat up. Then he saw it settle in. The panic. The absolute fear in his eyes. He looked down, and hesitantly pulled the covers off his legs.
He screamed.
His cries weren't melodious, like when they coupled with each other. No. This cry was animalistic. This was terror. When Lucerys began to look green, Aemond gently held his head as he placed a bucket under his mouth, enough to catch the vomit escaping from Lucerys' mouth. Tears fell too, as he touched his legs....
Or at least, what was left of it.
Everything under the knees had to go, Aemond explained calmly, wiping what was left from the vomit from his mouth, assuring him that he would still care for Lucerys, that he still loves him, but he can't trust him anymore.
Lucerys was having none of that. He started hyperventilating, screaming at him, tears and snot running down his face, and Aemond had to embrace him tight to keep him from harming himself even more.
"Why? Why? Why, why, why?!" Lucerys cried, touching his bandaged legs, still not believing, still not accepting that part of himself was missing, that he had been ruined to this extent. He knew it was stupid of him, but he never thought Aemond would ever try to hurt him, even when he was kidnapped. But now, to cut him apart this way....
Aemond would just pet his hair, humming as Lucerys broke down over and over again. Never accepting what had just happened. Could never force himself to face such a reality.
He was amputated. He can't run anymore. He wouldn't be able to escape fast enough. He wouldn't be able to save himself from Aemond. He was trapped. Stuck there. In that tiny room. Only waiting for Aemond. Never getting to leave. Never able to run to safety. Never....never....no possibility of ever leaving the nightmare...
Lucerys lost the fire in him there and then. He went limp, and gods, was it an interesting thing, to watch the once vicious thriving bastard turn into a soulless doll.
Aemond felt a tang of disappointment for once, sad about his action towards Lucerys for the first time. This would be the only thing he would regret ever doing to Lucerys, but it didn't matter in the end. He would rather a doll than no Lucerys at all. So they sat there in the small room, as Lucerys loses his mind and will silently, and Aemond held him closely, content that Lucerys allowed him to hold him without a fight for the first time.
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I warned you it was dark and gruesome.
Wow, I am not taking it as slow as I thought.
So, what do you guys think?
