Twisted Romance

By Lia Star

Chapter One

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Claimer: All characters mentioned in this story are creations of my own, twisted imagination, and are in no way up for sale, rent, or keeps...unless what I'm offered it worth it. -grins-

A/N: Hey all! This is the new story that I told you all about in one of the chapters for my other stories. This story will contain darker material, and, in places, contains heavy subject matter, such as rape, abuse, death, and so on. This story will have all the yummy male/male love that you all want, but it will take on a darker spin. So, be prepared to read horrid things. Then again, this is my first time writing a story like this one, and it might not turn out the way that I want it. But, I'll just put up this chapter, and let you all tell me whether or not I should continue it, or scrap it. -laughs- Well, hope that you like it.

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The whip sailed through the air, the sharp whistling noise it made seeming to split the very air around the two young men. The ebony leather made contact, making one of the men cry out in pain, his shrill voice echoing around the enclosed space. The steel tips at the end of each of the nine tails dug into his skin causing blood to splatter onto the white floor beneath him, creating a crimson river of pain.

Dante Castel moaned, seeing the blood soaked flesh of the young man he had tied to the cross shaped metal rack in his dungeon. He paused momentarily to watch the blood drip down the man's back and thighs to pool around his feet. He thought to himself that the young man looked as if he was standing on a lake of blood, and his hand slipped down to cover his aching erection.

Tossing the whip to one side, Dante moved up behind the young man. He never had found out his name. They'd met at a club he frequented, and he had taken him to his estate on the outskirts of town. He had taken his time with the young man at first. He could tell that it would be his first time doing anything. Hell, the kid didn't look much older than sixteen or seventeen. He had been a little uncertain about going home with Dante, and he'd been right in his instincts.

The teen had hesitantly accepted the offer for dinner with Dante, and they'd gone to Dante's estate on the pretence that Dante had wanted to grab his wallet. The teen had thought nothing of Dante inviting him into the huge mansion that was Dante's home, had, in fact, wanted to see the inside of it. That wasn't his first mistake though. His one big mistake had been entering the club in the first place. If he had ignored the taunts of his friends and peers, then he would never have gotten into such a dangerous situation. Because that's what Dante was. Danger.

Dante was the type of person used to getting what he wanted. And, whatever decided to get in his way, he destroyed. No sympathy for the weak, was his motto. Destroy, or be destroyed. That's how he lived his life and ran his business. He was ruthless, the sort of person that you dreaded meeting in a dark alley. The type of person that your parents tried fruitlessly to protect you from. And, when acting like he was towards the young man he had chained up, he almost seemed to be the embodiment of evil itself.

The young man screamed in pain when Dante reached out and squeezed his side, his fingers digging into the raw wounds littering the teen's flesh. Dante smiled, almost lovingly, bringing his hand to the boy's throat and tightening, cutting off his scream with a strangled gurgle.

"What lovely sounds you make, pet. I knew that when I found you, you would make such lovely sounds," Dante whispered, his tone gentle, almost soothing.

The only response the teen was able to give was a frightened moan.

Dante ran his fingers down the teen’s back, moaning slightly as the teen shifted, a pained noise escaping his throat. “Shh…”

Dante caressed the bloody globes of the teen’s ass, chuckling slightly when the teen tried to move away from him. “Now, now. Don’t make me hurt you again.”

The teen stopped moving, his entire body shaking slightly.

“That’s a good boy,” Dante murmured before driving two fingers deep into the teen’s ass.

At the sudden intrusion, the young man tossed his head back, screaming. “Please! Stop!”

Snarling, Dante drove his fist into his ribs, making the teen collapse, his body pulling on the metal chains that held him up. “Shut your mouth, you whore!”

Dante pumped his fingers roughly into the boy for a moment before withdrawing them and positioning his cock at the teen’s entrance. “We’ll see how you scream now, pretty boy!”

Suddenly, Dante slammed into the boy. The scream that sounded as a result reverberated throughout the room, almost seeming to take hours to stop sounding. Dante slapped the teen again as he tried frantically to get away.

“No! Leave me alone!” the young teen cried.

Dante growled, reaching around and grasping the young man’s cock, squeezing it brutally. “I said, shut up!”

The teen tossed his head back, a silent scream escaping his lips as he passed out from the pain, his body slumping as his knees finally gave out.

Dante grinned cruelly, pounding into the unresisting body. He moaned, stiffening as he shot his load into the rapidly cooling body.

Pulling out, Dante stepped away from the body, sneering. Reaching up a hand, he felt the teen’s neck, searching for a pulse. Not feeling one, Dante cursed, sending a bruising punch into the middle of the teen’s back, hearing a crack. Frowning, Dante pulled back, shaking his hand. Nothing was broken.

“Must have been his back,” Dante mused softly.

Rolling his eyes, Dante walked away from the dead teen, cleaning himself up and dressing. Walking to the door, he typed in the five number password that allowed the door to slide open.

He walked out, leaving the door unlocked as he said to the young Asian teen that stood outside the door, “Get rid of the body, Lin Sung. Make sure that it can’t be connected to me. And get Shin Laow to clean up the room. Remember to lock the door again when you’re finished.”

“As you wish, Master,” the young man replied, heading into the room.

Dante sighed, rolling his shoulder to release the tension. That had been the seventh one that had died. He was getting careless. That deal he was waiting on was distracting him.

He walked into his bedroom and stripped, taking a quick shower before heading to bed. He had plans for the next day, and he needed to be rested. Sighing, he set his internal alarm and dropped on top of the covers, naked, asleep before his head hit the pillow.

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“Penn! What have you got concerning the murder cases?”

Detective Justin Penn looked up from where he was working on the murder case. He’d just been finishing up some paperwork, when his boss, Captain Louis Morgan, had questioned him.

“Nothing new, Captain. I was just going over the files of the previous victims and finishing up some paperwork, trying to find something I might have missed,” Justin replied.

Captain Morgan was about to reply, when the phone on Justin’s desk rang.

Frowning, Justin picked up the phone. “Detective Penn here.”

After a moment, Justin cursed, pushing himself back from the desk. “I’ll be right there.”

Hanging up the phone, Justin stood, staring his boss in the eyes. “There’s another one.”

“God Damnit! Get out there, Penn!” Captain Morgan snarled, stomping back to his office and slamming the door behind him.

Justin grabbed his gun, shoving it in its holster, before grabbing his badge and jacket and rushing from the station.

It took him only a few minutes with the siren on to get to the dump site. Pulling up next to one of the other cars already there, Justin got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. Jogging up to the site, Justin demanded, flashing his badge, “Detective Penn. What do we have?”

“Male. Around sixteen to eighteen years of age. It’s not pretty, Detective. He looked like he was tortured,” the officer stated.

“Any evidence of rape?” Justin questioned, approaching the body.

“It looks like it, Detective,” the officer replied as Justin ignored the rest of the officers standing around, turning to the forensics officer.

“Any DNA evidence yet? And prints?” Justin demanded.

The forensics office, Darren Biggs, shook his head. “Nothing. Like the last seven.”

“Fuck!” Justin snarled, bending down to lift the tarp covering the body.

Wincing, Justin shook his head. Poor kid! The teen’s body was covered in blood, and he was naked. There were places on his body where bone was showing through, and there were chunks of flesh missing. And, where there was actually clean skin, bruises showed through. He pitied the kids parents when they came to identify the body.

Justin shook his head, recovering the body. “Bag him and get him to the morgue. Find out who he is, and get me his parents’ number and address.”

The officer who’d shown him to the body nodded, scribbling down the information.

Turning to Darren, Justin ordered, “As soon as you have something, call me on my cell.”

Nodding, Darren continued to search the surrounding area, looking for anything that could lead them to the murderer.

Justin took one last look at the body, cursing, before going and getting in his car, heading back to the station to start on the paperwork and to inform his boss what had happened.

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To Be Continued…

A/N: Well, there you go! This chapter isn’t very long, but it’s a start. So, what does everyone think? Totally different from the other stories, I know. And it only gets darker. So, I hope that you all liked this, and be sure to let me know what you all think, and let me know whether or not you want me to continue it. REVIEW!!!!