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Wash Away My Sins	By : horrorgal Category: +A through F > Amnesia: The Dark Descent Views: 2697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 23

John lay awake, as he did most nights in his cell, listening to the forlorn sounds of the abominations that walked the halls, and every other minuscule noise one could hear while alone. It seemed impossible that his own home was just above, unbeknownst to the men that toiled for hours every day. The thumps and hammering had stopped hours ago, as it always did when night neared. Like Daniel, he wasn't fool enough to think yelling for help would do anything. There was a heaviness here that he had never felt before, a true evil that he had never believed could exist.
As dire as his own situation, he was more concerned about his beloved Daniel. Alexander had a obsession with him that was beyond reason. His jaw clenched in anger. Who was the man? What was he to have such unearthly power? He got off the small bed, unable to keep still any longer. His pacing disturbed the candle's flame as he moved back and forth in the small room. He lowered to the floor to do push-ups until his arms screamed for him to stop, pushing himself to keep working. He was determined to stay in shape, as difficult as it was being locked away in such a small space for days on end. He would not let himself give way to weakness or dismay.
Another groan carried down the hall, the sound coming closer as he listened. Pushing off the floor, he moved to look through the small, bar slatted window of the locked door. He watched it shuffle past in a slow gait, it's bare feet slapping the stone. It was a ghastly sight of graying flesh stitched together. It's mouth was a hanging maw, eyes black and lifeless, claws curled from deformed hands. The thing didn't even look in his direction as it went past his cell, leaving the smell of death in it's wake. He wasn't sure how many there were, and he had tried to keep track of them. Some looked completely different, others looked almost identical. He knew not to be fooled by their slow movements. Daniel had told him enough to know they were far more agile than they appeared. Even still, there had to be a way to kill them, and Alexander. He pondered about it often, but knew anything he tried would be dangerous. Soon the danger would have to be ignored, or they would be lost here forever.
More steps approached, and by the sound of the confident stride, he knew it was the man that put him here. He frowned, preparing himself to face Alexander. He hated looking upon him even more than the disgusting creatures he had created. He stopped at his cell, and looked through the bars. His blond hair was tied back, and he was dresses as immaculately as ever. He appeared rather delighted with himself, even more so than usual. John didn't like it at all as he gripped the bars, and looked back at him in defiance.
"Are you doing well, John?"
"Come by for the usual mocking, I see." he said in response.
"That would be a waste of time."
"You do little else when I see you. Why come at such a late hour?"
"Time means nothing to me, and I knew you were awake."
"What do you want?"
"Many things." Alexander clasped his hands and relaxed against the wall, watching him through the bars. "Daniel above all else, but alas, he remains stubborn."
"You covet a man that despises you. Why pursue what you cannot have?"
"In time, he will forget his anger. He will realize he is meant to be by my side. You would not understand the depth of the connection we share."
"All I see is desperation. I believe you are even more trapped than I in your delusions. A dream is but a dream, Alexander." John watched his eyes darken, and the smirk fade from his lips. A small triumph, but John enjoyed the reaction.
"I think you forget who is a prisoner here," Alexander said maliciously. "Shall I give you a reminder?" He stepped back towards the door.
"If you wish for Daniel to be even further from your reach, then proceed." John challenged him. He did not worry for himself, and wouldn't start now. Even if he didn't have Daniel to affirm his safety, he would not kneel in fear to this man.
Alexander took pause, eyes fixed on him like a predator. John felt a strange sensation, like a feather's touch in his mind. It felt familiar, invasive and cold. His hands tightened into fists and he instinctively pushed back against the unnatural force. Almost at once, it disappeared and a confused expression came and went on Alexander's face, so fast that John would not have caught it if he had not been staring back at the man so intently.
"You play with what you do not understand," Alexander whispered, after a moment of quiet thought. John remained silent this time, sure that something had just happened that unsettled the man. "I will let you have your little victory. In fact, I came to offer you good news."
"Good news?" John muttered in distrust, keeping his guard up.
"At Daniel's request, I am allowing you and he to have a night together to do as you wish. You'll be allowed to bathe, and eat a proper dinner with him. Talk, dance, or whatever else your heart desires, except escape of course. I suggest you enjoy it. It will probably be the last time I will allow such a favor." John saw the smile creep back on his lips as he spoke.
"Why are you allowing this?" John asked.
"It's as I said. Leave it at that, John, and be grateful." He was already walking away from the door as he spoke. "Tomorrow night!" he called back before he was gone, his footsteps fading.
John sat back on his bed, relieved for the chance to have real time with his lover, if only for a night, but the joy was overshadowed by questions and wary. Alexander did not have any kindness in his black heart. This was either a cruel ruse, or something worse. Daniel, my love, what have you done?

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Alexander kept his expression neutral until he was far enough away from his lively prisoner. The bastard had resisted his attempt to possess him with barely an effort. Alexander had not considered the process could be weakened. It had been so easy before. Perhaps awareness from the victim was all it took to render it useless. A setback, but one he could risk. He didn't need to fool Daniel anymore, and he did make him a promise. Using John's body to be intimate with him again would have been a dirty trick indeed, yet that was his plan when he offered Daniel the proposal. It was difficult to be honest when one is driven by lust.
He stepped into his room that seemed impossibly large. The magic of the orb made it so. It was a fascinating thing, giving him more strength and knowledge than he had ever known before, and powers that he could only dream of. He was able to become young again, and that was just the beginning of the gift he had been graced with. The orb itself sat on a marble pedestal, dark and dormant. Alexander brushed his fingertips along it's smooth surface, and it came to life, light low and pulsing. It was beautiful.
"Why can you not make him love me?" he asked, and as expected, he got no response. Not that it spoke exactly. It was always emotion or a humming in his head that he could understand. It was just the nature of the orb. A never ending mystery of wonder, and his connection to it was strong. "You chose not to kill me, and gave me so much to wield, yet you cannot do this one small thing."
Resigned to the continued silence, he stood before the orb and stripped off his clothes, enjoying the slight chill on his nude skin. He knelt down before the pedestal that the orb adorned like a alter of prayer, looking into it's wondrous light. Alexander brought up his hands, and pressed his palms on either side of the orb, cupping it gently. Cool at first, it warmed to his touch, and he felt a small vibration with the contact. He let out a content sigh, fixated by it's aura.
"I have given you many lives, and will gladly give more," he rasped, body trembling in ecstasy. "Yes, you cannot make him love me. I understand. I must earn his adoration, and I will. He will see we are destined to thrive in your light and darkness." He closed his eyes, and kept his hands clasped to the orb. "A dream is but a dream," Alexander repeated John's words. "Then give me another dream, so real that I can scarcely recognize it from reality."
Alexander's body warmed as he felt the slow creep over his hands and arms. The shadow, a entity that could cause unimaginable pain, or immense pleasure to the worthy. It inched over his eager, naked flesh, down his chest and lower over his erect manhood. In seconds he was completely enveloped in the shadow's embrace, and a vision of Daniel was all he could see. Alexander reached for him, and Daniel came willingly into his arms. So real. It felt so very real.

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As much as he tried, Daniel couldn't sleep, mind too occupied with past and present. He sat huddled up in bed, staring at the door. He heard creaks, and from time to time, a passing grunt as it mindlessly patrolled. He also listened for Alexander in case he decided to make another appearance. He did not want to see him again so soon. He was already regretting what he had agreed to, but his desperation to have time with John weakened his resolve. Daniel wasn't even sure he could do it when the time came. He dared not imagine how angry Alexander would be if he did not go through with his part of the bargain.
Daniel needed a drink, and got up to grab the unfinished bottle he and Alexander had started. He didn't bother with a glass and just carried it back over to the bed. He took a sip before he sat back in the same spot, and resumed his vigil of watching the door. He would drive himself insane this way, but he couldn't rid himself of the paranoia. He felt like he was constantly being watched now, but Alexander was to blame for sneaking in to spy on him in such a private moment. He recalled the lustful look in his eyes and shuddered.
Daniel barely took his eyes off the door as he drank, feeling the warm buzz of drunkenness, ignorant of the passing of time. Dazed, he looked at the empty bottle. He felt tired now, enough that getting sleep might be possible. Nothing like getting good and drunk to cure all problems. This thought tickled him, and Daniel chuckled as he tried to place the bottle on the side table. It slipped from his hand too soon and it fell to the floor with a sharp sound of breaking glass.
"Damn," he slurred, and leaned down to pick up the shattered pieces. He never got a chance to grab one shard of glass. Through his drunken haze, Daniel heard something sliding by his door and his eyes moved back to it. He froze, for a moment thinking he was seeing nothing but a shadow of a grunt passing under the crack of the door, but soon realized the shadow itself was sliding inside the room like a snake. Daniel made a noise in his throat, too shocked to yell as he dizzily pushed himself back up on the bed, eyes transfixed on it. It was moving towards the bed. The bloody thing was coming towards him. He was frozen in place, the dizziness slowing his response even more.
When it started to move up along his bed, that broke his paralysis, and he rolled off the other side, nearly falling as he got to his feet. He started for the bathing room, having nowhere else to go. Daniel fell hard, head dizzy with spirits, but he realized quickly that it wasn't clumsiness from being drunk. He felt the cold slick touch of the shadow wrapped around his left ankle. Gasping, he yanked against it, but it was futile. Still, he tried, desperately kicking at it with his other foot, only to get his other ankle captured in it's grip. The thought of being engulfed by it again was unbearable.
"Let go!" He fought frantically as a wrist was taken next, and he felt himself being tugged backward. "ALEXANDER!" The thick fleshy feel of the shadow wrapped over his mouth to quiet it's prey. His muffled cries went unheard as he continued to thrash his body for freedom. It was coiled around all his limbs now, dragging him back to the bed. He could feel cold tendrils sliding their way under his bedclothes. His heart was pounding, and he breathed fast through his nose as he continued to yell against the pressure over his mouth. He felt himself being lifted off the floor, and his vision darkened as panic took him.
Daniel's eyes fluttered back open as he woke. It had only been moments, but he wished the safe haven of unconsciousness had taken him completely. He thought he had endured all there was, but again he was proven wrong. He did not cry out again, because there was no point. The shadow still stayed firm over his mouth. He turned his head back to the door to see it still closed and unbroken, the shadow snug under it and spread throughout his room. He then turned attention to himself, a small sound of distress in his throat when he realized he was pinned down by wrists and ankles. It's hold was firm.
It was warm now, the shadow pulsing softly where it touched his skin, and it was touching far too much. Daniel was still terrified, but lay still, trying to control his breathing. More tendrils of warm flesh pushed under his shirt and up to a nipple. His eyes widened when he felt it roll around, like the imitation of a tongue, then felt the tug on the raised nub. Daniel muttered a no, that was only muffled and ignored. This thing was going to... He couldn't finish the thought. He tried to turn his body to the side, but he was immediately pulled back. He was a victim to the shadow's whims. He did not know if it even had the consciousness to know what it was doing, or if it gained pleasure from it.
Daniel was on the verge of panic again, heart and head thumping in time. He was dizzy from the drink, his movements weakened even more for it. The logical part of him knew this was happening, but he wished it was nothing more than a hallucination. He heard the sound of ripping cloth, and his eyes darted down to see his clothes being shredded and pulled off his body. He yelled for it to stop. He fought by instinct again, yanking and thrashing his body. The grip tightened, and another wrapped around his waist to still him more. The only thing he was accomplishing was making the thing more aggressive and tiring himself out. He flopped back against the bed, breathing harshly.
It slid smoothly over his sweaty skin, tickling his underarms, down his sides, and over his abdomen. His stomach turned in disgust, and he feared he would choke on vomit as it kept his mouth covered. It was hard to think, dazed and trapped as he was, but surely Alexander was not doing this. Perhaps he would out of pure spite. His body remained tense, and when he felt it touch over his manhood he yelped. He had to relax. Maybe it would loosen it's hold, and he would have a chance to escape somehow. Daniel closed his eyes, and forced his body go limp. His fingers uncurled from fists, and he slowed his breathing. A soft suction started around his cock, forcefully awakening the muscle in the process. He had to fight not to struggle all over again, further horrified the thing was arousing him. He swallowed against the renewed gorge rising in his throat.
Going against what his body wanted to do, Daniel moaned, and arched his hips, playing the part of a pleased lover. He feared it would not work, but in minutes he felt the hold on his wrists loosening. As his hips gently swayed up and down, the shadow became more explorative, the pull on his cock more vigorous. This was horrendous, but it seemed to be working. He looked about the room, and his eyes fell on the lit lantern on his side table. The thing began to move his legs open more and it took all his willpower to let it. He moaned again, rocking as if eager, and he felt his mouth become free and he took in a deep breath, keeping up the rouse as he muttered words if pleasure.
When he felt both his wrists were free, he grabbed the lantern, and threw it at where the shadow spread across the stone floor. As he'd hoped, it shattered and fire spread over the monster. He yelled and screamed as loud as he could, until he thought his throat would burst. The shadow retracted from his body, and he was shoved off the side of the bed to the floor. His adrenaline was so high that he didn't even feel the pain as his hand landed on one of the glass shards from his broken bottle. He was still yelling when Alexander rushed into his room. The fire was already withering as the shadow folded over itself to put the flame out. It slithered out of the room, and back to whatever hellish oblivion it resided in.
"Daniel, what happened?" He barely heard Alexander speak as he kept his head down. He became more aware of the pain and blood coming from his hand, but he did not move. "Daniel, talk to me."
"That thing violated me. As if you didn't know," he muttered.
"I assure you, I did not send the shadow to do such a thing." Daniel looked up at Alexander to see him offering his hand. He was shirtless, hair down and wild around his shoulder. He appeared concerned, but it only made him feel even more embittered.
"Am I to believe the baron of lies? I find it much too difficult. That's all you've ever done since the day we met. Lie, and lie again." His voice was raspy from screaming, and as the adrenaline left his body, he felt dreadfully numb.
"Let's get you dressed, and we'll talk. Come now, Daniel." He kept his offered hand out to help him up. Daniel fell silent and gripped hard on the ragged shard of glass causing more warm blood to spill. He took Alexander's hand and was pulled to his feet, and as he moved upward, Daniel, void of any worry or fear, drove the glass into the bastard's throat, flinching when warm blood sprayed his face. Alexander made a choked sound, eyes widened more in surprise than pain. Daniel stepped back, unable to look away from what he had done. Alexander's blood was dark as it ran over his chest, but he did not fall, or even stagger with the pain. He grit his teeth, and reached up to grab the shard that pierced his flesh. He yanked it out in a swift motion and dropped it back to the floor with the remains of the broken bottle.
"God, save me," Daniel whispered, knowing he did not deserve such forgiveness. Frozen, he watched as the wound slowly healed over.
"That hurt, Daniel," Alexander chastised him as if he were a child. "Perhaps it is best I leave you to calm down and collect your thoughts. You've had an eventful evening after all." He could only watch as Alexander turned to leave the room. "And clean up that glass. We wouldn't want anymore accidents." He left swiftly, and closed the door behind him.
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