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Who: Edgeworth, The Corinthian
What: Inspired by this post. If Tyki made good on his threats to hide Edgeworth away on his world, there may be one person who could find him.
Where: The D.Gray-Man world.
When: Several days after Edgeworth's abduction.
Warnings: The aftermath of Very Bad Things, including rape and BDSM. ~~May~~ Will contain evidence or frank discussions thereof, reader discretion is advised.

By the time he woke, he couldn't remember the dream. All that lingered from it was a warm sense of reassurance that made his waking nightmare that much more painful. He groaned softly into the darkness—the monster was probably still gone, and even if he wasn't, at this point Edgeworth couldn't spare enough of his pride to care if Mikk heard. In only a matter of days he'd been stripped of so much of it. He had to save what was left, hoard every scrap for the important skirmishes.

He rolled over on the bed, or he would have, if he hadn't been left chained tightly to the head- and footboard. Slick satin sheets stuck to skin which he was beginning to think may never be clean again, clinging and damp and reeking of sex. A disappointed whimper escaped him before he could choke it down. Fighting a fleeting, traitorous desire for Mikk's return, he lay there and stared at the black ceiling.

Threaded | Flat

Something had been very wrong. He hadn't thought too much of it, at first; missed calls, missed visits, they could have been coincidental. Edgeworth had always been a busy man, as he was always quick to remind the nightmare. But several days with no word between them was a little strange, even for him.

It was the dreams that really tipped him off. What should have been another routine nightmare, twisting right off the rails in a direction the Corinthian couldn't follow. He had to call it off. He had to keep the man sleeping, needed him to dream long enough to trace the thread of his subconscious, and when Edgeworth woke up....

The click of a switchblade answered the whimper, all too loud in the silence, as the nightmare looked around the darkened room. He couldn't say he knew exactly what he was supposed to be expecting, but so far the silence seemed reassuring enough. Even so, his voice was low when he spoke up. "Edgeworth....?