[C] Bath Time

Den laid quietly in Ger's arms, leaning into the coolness of the Vampire's body.

His thigh was killing him. His ribs and back and cheek were throbbing. He was feeling light-headed from bloodloss.

But he did nothing but curl into Ger's body slightly, subconsciously looking for some affection from the man to focus on rather than the pain.

Any affection from Gerhard was anything but genuine.  
It was all a game for the man.  
Make them feel wanted. 
Then remind them they're worth less than the dirt beneath your feet.
Tonight, after brutalizing the human so ruthlessly, gerhard decided to play the affection card.  
He gently stroked the boy's hair and planted little kisses on top of his head.  
"The more time we're together, the more I want you." He said.  He wasn't totally lying.  But his definition of want wasn't exactly romantic.  
It was sick and twisted.  
He wanted Den's body.  He wanted to make him hate everything.  Even the things he had loved most.  
That's what he really wanted.  
He took Den to his private quarters and set him down on his bed.  
He then took to the bathroom to prepare the bath.  
He made sure the water wasn't too hot.  If anything it was on the luke-warm side.  
He poured healing salts and minerals into the water before going back to fetch the pathetic human pet.

When he was laid on the bed, Den pushed himself to sit up and lean back against the headboard.

"Maybe you should rethink stabbing me pretty much every time we have sex, then," he murmured lightly.

"I'm not going to be uch fun when I die of bloodloss."

When Ger wasn't in the room, he was brave. He could speak his mind.

Ger had heard Den.  He was a vampire after all.  His ears worked far better than any humans did.  

"You'll only die if I want you to die." He hummed cheerfully, slowly dipping Den into the water.  

It would sting at first, the minerals and salts soaking into the cut up and bruised flesh... but then soon after it would feel very good.

Well, that was a cheerful thought.

His life was riding on the whim of a sadistic Vampire.

Den hissed quietly when the salts stung at his flesh, but eventually relaxed into the warm water. He relaxed into the bath, enjoying the feeling of soaking in the water.

Once Den relaxed, Gerhard took a washcloth and started to bathe Den.

"I've decided I want you to be completely blond." Gerhard stated as he lathered up some soaps into Den's hair.

He just loved blonds.

"It doesn't look right," Den dismissed.

"I suit darker hair better. Its why I don't colour all my hair." He'd experimented and tried quite a few different hair styles and colours in his teenaged years and he'd quickly decided that it just didnt look right for him.

"I've been meaning to make it blue, anyway."

Gerhard took a fistful of Den's wet hair and pulled it back so that Den was looking at him upside down.

"It will either be blonde or it will be bald." He said calmly, no readable expression on his face or in his tone.

"I could take a razor to every part of your body and make you as bald as a Krebs-Patienten. That would give me more room to mark you up anyway. Pattern your head with lovely scars."

He let go of Den's head and went back to washing him.

He looked up at Ger with wide eyes.

"B-Blond it is," he stuttered before biting his lip.

He didn't want to lose his hair. He'd never let his hair be cut short. He liked having long, shaggy hair. It was something that his brother had shared, too.

He'd rather submit to his hair being blond if it meant keeping it.

Gerhard clicked his tongue a few times, a smirk now rooted on his face.
"I'm not sure... you've got me set on the bald idea now... I like imagining you looking sickly. Could make for some fun Rollenspiel." He chuckled.
"I could be the doctor and you could be the patient." Unlike before, his voice did have some emotion in it now. It was playful now, but also vague. One could almost miss the tone completely.

Aw, shit.

Den sighed softly as he slumped a little more into the cooling water. He'd learned that it was better not to fight Ger.

Once Ger got an idea into his head...

Fuck.

Gerhard wasn't actually going to shave Den's head. He just loved messing with the human.

He was going to have the boy's hair dyed blond though.

"I found a new son. I think you may like him. You both enjoy covering yourselves with piercings and it just so happens his hair is blue." Gerhard explained.

"Really? That's cool."

He remembered meeting a guy like that once. What were the chances? Slim to none. There was no way that it could be him.

"I can't wait to meet him."

"Well you're both going to be blond soon enough." Gerhard purred.

He liked the idea that all of his children have light hair. It was so much more fair than dark hair. Elegant, pretty, better.

That could be their thing. They could all be blond.

Den didn't say anything in return.

So he was going to get a stupid dye job. Not what he wanted. But he supposed it was the lesser of two evils.

Gerhard stood up and walked over to the counter in his washroom. He opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of sharp looking scissors.

He snipped them a few times, an intimidating look on his face.

"I wonder if these can cut through bone." He hummed, sitting on the side of the bathtub and crossing one leg over the other.

His eyes laid on the scissors then closed, a look of defeat flitting across his face.

Ger was going to cut his hair anyway? For fuck sa-

He sat up suddenly in the water, his eyes wide.

"Wh-what?"

"Bone." Ger said, his smile growing when he saw the fear in Den's eyes.

He reached down and picked up Den's wrist, holding it up so that the human's fingers were in front of him. His grip was strong, painful even.

He opened up the scissors and run the thin, sharp blades along Den's pinky finger.

"I wonder..." He whispered lustfully.

Den flinched back as the blades teased at his skin.

His hand was trembling.

"Oh God, no," he whimpered, eyes clenching shut. He could feel tears welling up again.

"What was that?" Gerhard asked cheerily, closing the blade around Den's pinky.

He didn't cut deep yet.

Just enough that a little line of blood started to trickle down Den's hand.

"No? You don't think so? I think it can." He laughed lowly.

Den flinched and whimpered, trying desperately not to let his hand move as the blades cut into his skin.

"Please don't. Please!"

He sniffled loudly, then gave a hiccuping little sob.

For a moment, Ger just held still, not pulling the blade away but not pulling down on it either.

Then, he let up, and dropped Den's hand, allowing the human to keep his pinky finger.

Den sobbed in relief and clutched his hand to his chest.

"Oh God, oh fuck."

Den curled himself up into a tiny ball and sobbed.

Mmmm, that was nice.

It was getting to the point where Gerhard didn't even have to hurt him to make the human curl up and sob like a child.

Seeing a man cry and scream would forever be the best feeling in the world for Gerhard.

He gently started to cut away at Den's hair with the scissors.

Den clutched at his own arms like a safety blanket, hugging himself tightly as he sobbed.

He didn't even flinch when Ger began cutting his hair, he was so consumed with terror.