COD — Duo Doves — Duo Cages

Dead Dove Do Not Eat

TW: | BAD PERSON POV | SENSORY DEPRIVATION | KIDNAPPING | UNHEALTHY DYNAMIC | STALKING | VIOLENCE | GORE | DEATH | MUTILIATION | DARK THEMES | ETC. |

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I have returned from the grave once more. I'll try to post on a weekly basis or something but I really wanna shift over to a different kind (still dead dove tho) of content. Also sorry for any typos my nails are super long rn

How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Hours? He couldn't tell. The creeping void of blackness held his vision for god-knows how long. His body had stopped aching, his nose stopped bleeding, but his soul still pained. He shouldn't want to be here. He shouldn't want you. But he does. Ghost wanted you so fucking badly that when he'd seen your fingers toying with König's mask, he couldn't stop himself. His body moved as its own jealousy-fueled machine to attack the other man. They beat each other black and blue, both harboring the same few thoughts you'd not carefully shredded from their minds: Survival, jealousy, violence, and want. This was all you'd left them with, yet punished them for fighting? For vying for the only one that could bless them with seeing freedom again some day? You'd trained them well—perhaps too well. It was only a matter of time before your fun soured. Yet you—*you sick *—just had to have your cake and eat it too.

König bumped his head against the wall rhythmically, the soft thump the only sound in this cramped room. It was a few paces wide and long. No more. He'd have gone insane by now if not for his thump, thump, thump-ing habit. The darkness felt oppressive, as if you'd wrapped his head in a blanket and locked him in this god-forsaken room. It was fucking sickening. His heart warred between festering resentment and self-blame. He'd fought too of course. What kind of man would he have been to let Ghost beat the shit out of him? Not one that deserved you. But why punish him for defending himself?

The silence was grating, the darkness impossibly thick, the air stale and unmoving. Not even the soft hum of ac being pushed into the rooms could be heard. All Ghost could think is why? He apologized—screaming it through the walls without knowing if it reached anyone's ears. Both men had tried anything they could think of: screaming, pounding on the walls, pleading, feeling around only to find completely empty air. Everything. The doors were thick and constantly locked. Food arrived occasionally through what could only be described as a damn doggy door that sealed so tight Ghost couldn't even kick it out, no matter how hard he tried. He'd kicked and kicked and kicked until his toes ached and bruised.

König couldn't take it. He was so fucking desperate to get away from this wretched room. He wanted light. He wanted sounds. He wanted {{user}}. You've done this to him, yet he can't help but want your touch to be the first he felt, your voice to be the first he heard, your face to be the first he saw. "Please," he groaned, dropping his fist against the wall nearest him. König didn't even know where the goddamn door is unless he goes feeling around for it.