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The First Incision - A ZexVex Fanfic - Chapter One.

Screams split the night. The boy's limp form bound to the chair, straining at his bonds, was a blank canvas, as appealing to me as the sweetest flower, the most beautiful thing in the world. I smiled slightly, turning to the little wretch who thrashed and screamed, holding a gleaming scalpel, twisting it in my fingers to admire it under the dim glow of the bulb hanging overhead.

A sweaty sheen glistened slightly on the boy's bare chest, yet still he kicked and cried out, his long fringe falling to obscure his contorting face. I leaned over the chair in which my victim, my gloriously blank canvas, was held captive.
"As much as I am enjoying the sound of your pitiful screams, you will have to be silent. We can't afford to have somebody show up here, now can we?"

He looked up at me as I said these words, at my sinister smile, then deep into my eyes, which no doubt sparked with anticipation, and shuddered. He attempted to turn his face away, but was restricted by the clamp around his brittle neck. I leaned over a little more, a tendril of my own hair brushing the bridge of his nose, causing him to flinch violently.
"If somebody were to show up, I might, ah, forget where I am, forget how to hold myself steady. If I got carried away, who's to say I couldn't…"

I gripped his chin, forcing him to look up at me, half-choking him in the process. His face betrayed his sick disgust, and poorly disguised terror. I held the scalpel to his neck
A smirk twisted my face as I whispered the word.
"Slip."
I released the boy's head, letting it slam back against the chair. Stepping back, I allowed myself to savour the view, then stepped smartly back into position, scalpel gripped tightly in my unwavering hand.

Though the slender boy strained at his ties, his face stricken with agony, he stayed blissfully silent as I made the first incision.

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That was the very first time that I subjected Zexion to my intense desire for pain, other people's pain. He was exposed to my thirst for agony, my hunger for victims that writhed as I bring my scalpel down onto seamless flesh, slicing and nicking, causing me to descend shamelessly into my personal pleasures.

That boy was one of the first to wander into my trap, he had beautiful porcelain skin, the kind that made me want to plunge my scalpel in deep until it scraped bone, to decorate it with intricate patterns until my stark white lab coat was soaked in crimson and the walls peppered with scarlet blood.

Of course, there had been others, other victims. Some who were just curious, some who were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. I enjoyed toying with them, it was wonderful, yet something about the slate-haired one, Zexion, drew me to him stronger than anyone had ever done before.

That was the reason Zexion ended up strapped to the very same chair as before, in the very same place, making, regretfully, the very same amount of noise. I soon put a stop to that.

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Description
The First Incision - A ZexVex Fanfic - Chapter One.

Screams split the night. The boy's limp form bound to the chair, straining at his bonds, was a blank canvas, as appealing to me as the sweetest flower, the most beautiful thing in the world. I smiled slightly, turning to the little wretch who thrashed and screamed, holding a gleaming scalpel, twisting it in my fingers to admire it under the dim glow of the bulb hanging overhead.

A sweaty sheen glistened slightly on the boy's bare chest, yet still he kicked and cried out, his long fringe falling to obscure his contorting face. I leaned over the chair in which my victim, my gloriously blank canvas, was held captive.
"As much as I am enjoying the sound of your pitiful screams, you will have to be silent. We can't afford to have somebody show up here, now can we?"

He looked up at me as I said these words, at my sinister smile, then deep into my eyes, which no doubt sparked with anticipation, and shuddered. He attempted to turn his face away, but was restricted by the clamp around his brittle neck. I leaned over a little more, a tendril of my own hair brushing the bridge of his nose, causing him to flinch violently.
"If somebody were to show up, I might, ah, forget where I am, forget how to hold myself steady. If I got carried away, who's to say I couldn't…"

I gripped his chin, forcing him to look up at me, half-choking him in the process. His face betrayed his sick disgust, and poorly disguised terror. I held the scalpel to his neck
A smirk twisted my face as I whispered the word.
"Slip."
I released the boy's head, letting it slam back against the chair. Stepping back, I allowed myself to savour the view, then stepped smartly back into position, scalpel gripped tightly in my unwavering hand.

Though the slender boy strained at his ties, his face stricken with agony, he stayed blissfully silent as I made the first incision.

~

That was the very first time that I subjected Zexion to my intense desire for pain, other people's pain. He was exposed to my thirst for agony, my hunger for victims that writhed as I bring my scalpel down onto seamless flesh, slicing and nicking, causing me to descend shamelessly into my personal pleasures.

That boy was one of the first to wander into my trap, he had beautiful porcelain skin, the kind that made me want to plunge my scalpel in deep until it scraped bone, to decorate it with intricate patterns until my stark white lab coat was soaked in crimson and the walls peppered with scarlet blood.

Of course, there had been others, other victims. Some who were just curious, some who were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. I enjoyed toying with them, it was wonderful, yet something about the slate-haired one, Zexion, drew me to him stronger than anyone had ever done before.

That was the reason Zexion ended up strapped to the very same chair as before, in the very same place, making, regretfully, the very same amount of noise. I soon put a stop to that.

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