regenerant | Myotismon

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Hidden away in the darkness of Myotismon's castle for days on end, Holly soon lost all sense of time. She slept when she was tired, regardless of day or night, and woke by either hunger or her master's hands roving possessively over her body. She wore nothing but a collar around her neck, so that she could wait on Myotismon's pleasure any time he desired her. After days like this, the outside world had started to feel like a dream, a stray phrase of code that infected her mind but had no substance to it. Myotismon's touch was much more real to her now.

Would she have felt different if she had only known of the clashes happening around her in the digital world, the ferocity with which Angewoman fought Myotismon for Holly's freedom? Maybe it would have touched Holly's heart to know she wasn't given up for lost - or maybe it would have driven her further into despair over her own weakness.

All Holly could know was what Myotismon chose to tell her for her own torment.

She waited for him now, with nothing to occupy her thoughts but wondering where he had gone for so long. As dirty as she felt when he bedded her, it was at least a distraction from the endless darkness and loneliness of her time without him. At last she heard the door knob turn, and she sat up in the large bed, anxious eyes on the door as Myotismon stepped through. Despite the darkness she now inhabited, her body was still pale and fresh with youth, marred only by the fang marks littered over her skin, marks of ownership as much as the collar was. The bites stung a bit as she moved, ghost memories of all the times he'd stolen her blood along with her innocence.

But deep in the pit of her stomach, she felt the fluttering pleasure of anticipation.

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[He's gotten rough with Holly before but not like this - not angry in this nasty, petty way - and it shakes Holly to the core to see it. What of the master who glides easily through the darkness, who drips poison in her ear and knows all the hidden corners of her heart? What of the Digimon who won against the light burning deep in Holly's soul? He seems akin to an animal like this... even human, if Holly dared to breathe such an insult to his face.

His hand is tight - cruel - as he yanks her hair, forcing her to meet his flashing eyes.]

No.

[Tears well in Holly's large eyes - too soft, too weak. Holly is easily hurt, easily broken, while Angewoman remains untouchable out in the Digital World.]

No, I don't like it one bit. You're cruel when I have given no offense. No one would tear the world asunder for me, so why do I deserve such ire from you?

[It's more than she has said in weeks. There's a faint glow in the depths of her infected heart, a response to the call of her true leader, the barest glint of light that all of Myotismon's corruption still hasn't managed to snuff out. It gives Holly courage, if only for a moment.]

[He really should know better. Though it was long ago too much cruelty did cause his own demise. The light has a way of rising to the occasion and there is no greater weakness to him. Caution should be taken. She's here. She's fairly obedient. What can more torture really accomplish?

Nothing. And yet the anger that he feels is so raw. That the light would try and encroach upon where he dwells. That Angewoman would dare... Holly is simply the only direction such anger can go.

Myotismon bears his fangs to her his powers flaring angry and red around him.]

Silence yourself. You will not speak to me in such a way. I am your master. I own you... An an ungrateful mongrel like yourself will find yourself wanted by neither dark or light. Is that what you desire, little pet? Your tainted light no longer even wanted by the darkness...

You ask me a question and then snarl at me when I answer! Am I not to speak, not to look upon you? I cannot bear the isolation without you - would you deny me companionship even when you bed me?

[For the first time, Myotismon's temptation and desires appear weak to the young Digimon, his actions cruel without purpose. Is the ruler of so much, the one who holds the lives of so many at his whim truly so... petty? To threaten someone who has only done her best to please him?

Maybe, Holly realizes, she does not deserve worse than Myotismon to spurn her and cast her out of the darkness. Maybe she deserves better.

At the first glimmer of hope that Holly has glimpsed since she came to the pitch black of Myotismon's domain, the light flickering in her heart surges, restoring some of the glow to her skin, some clarity to her eyes. Angewoman calling out to her beloved charge, and Holly is only moments away from actually hearing it again.]

[She's looking at him with those eyes and there's nothing he truly hates more. But he knows better and he will not have history repeating itself. Never again will he let a creature of the light regain its sense of self due to abuse and give them opportunity to retaliate. With Light already encroaching upon his territory he has to be careful. He can't let Holly lead Angewoman right into his domain.

So he breaths out slowly and reaches out to curl his clawed gloves into her hair. Rough but not too rough. He tugs on the strands, forcing her head up to look at him.

He just has to tame her again. Hypnotize her into being docile once more and he will have to be a touch more gentle in the future so he doesn't break his toy.]

Look into my eyes, pet. Look into my eyes and know that you will never be abandoned.

[Which is more or less true. He may eventually tire of her and keep her as one of the many dregs that work within the walls of the castle. Releasing her back into the wild where the light may yet find her again? Never. She will never leave these stone walls.

He strokes her hair much like he did upon their first meeting where it was gentle and full of promises and the hope and warmth that even darkness can sometimes provide.]

No, I-

[For a moment, Holly resists. Tries to turn away, to struggle against the grip he has on her hair. For a moment, she is very nearly herself again.]

I...

[But Myotismon's gaze bores into her, catches those wide eyes of hers and holds. The next toss of her head is slower, more feeble. Red seeps into her purple irises, fills them, stilling her struggles. Her face relaxes, fear overwritten with calm. Obedience. She is much as she was the first time they met, her eyes falling half closed and a placid look on her lovely face as the darkness reaches up to pull her into its embrace once more.]

Nn...

[The light in her heart gutters. She's slipping under his spell and quite docile now. Just another obedient Digimon gazing up at her master, awaiting his pleasure.]

[The fingers that were tight in her hair slacken and eventually the movement becomes something akin to a pet. He offers gentle movements that feed into the hypnotism he inflicted upon her. All is well. Nothing is going to harm her. She is safe here.]

Good pet...

[Keeping her buried within the darkness is the safest thing he can do. If her spark can't be found then his domain is safe from the encroaching wrath of the light. He can keep up the lie that he does not have her here.]

There's nothing to get all riled up about, is there? Don't you want to please your master, pet?

[His gloved claws make their way to her chin which he tilts up so they can both look upon each other a bit better. His thumb even presses against her bottom lip, waiting for her response.]

N-

... Yes... Master.

[Myotismon's hypnotic powers are too much for a weak Digimon like Holly to resist. With his eyes boring into hers, she is captivated, conquered, reduced to a sweet little plaything for the wicked Digimon.

Obediently she parts her plush lips at his touch, inviting him to push his thumb into her mouth.

Yes... this is easier. Nothing but darkness and those intense eyes filling her up, pushing her back down to where she will be hidden from the forces of light. It would be almost cruel to take more of her innocence now, with her so helpless to resist.

So willing to offer herself up to Myotismon's dark desires.]

[He pushes into her mouth easily, a leather clad finger sliding across her tongue. He allows himself deep but not so much that she might gag on his fingers. The hypnotism needs a chance to settle within her mind, after all. He can't have her getting all riled up again.]

Someone was being quite naughty, wasn't she?

[Despite everything... He's not about to let her transgression go unpunished. A slight is a slight, after all.]

How do you intend to make it up to me, pet? Show me what you're going to give me and maybe I'll consider forgiving you.

[Holly has only one thing left to offer him: her body. And with her licking slowly against the pad of Myotismon's leather covered finger, it's easy to pretend that little outburst never happened and she's only too happy to give herself to him again.

The only other thing she can offer beyond the soft embrace of her body is this - turning her head to offer up the pale expanse of her neck. Blood pulses through her carotid artery, the faintest flutter beneath the skin. Rich, pure. Tempting. A sign of submission to offer her master the very life in her veins.]

Myotismon - Digimon PSL

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