Scott woke up on the cold ground. He looked around. Vincent approached him, sighing.

"Oh Scott.." He whispered into Scott's ear. Scott blushed, pushing Vincent away. Vincent frowned. "See? You don't want me."

"N-no! It's not like that!"

"Scott.."

"Y-yes?!"

"Why did I EVER trust you?!" Vincent hissed, grabbing Scott's hands. Scott screeched in surprise. Vincent tied him up. "Oh Scott.." He grabbed a knife. The helpless male struggled around on the floor. "Vince.. It wasn't me! I swear!"

Vincent grabbed the knife, slicing into Scott's soft cheek. The man screamed, struggling and writhing in extreme pain. Vincent chuckled, kissing Scott on his other cheek. Scott hissed, trying to break free. A soft red was on Scott's face as blood leaked out his cheek.

Vincent cut from the cheek to his nose, creating a bloody line. Scott screeched, crying tears of pain. He whimpered as Vincent sat on top of him again, grabbing his head and raising it. "Oh you're crying.."

" Vi..nce.. Stop.."

"You're begging now.."

"Vin...ce please.."

Vincent ignored him, bringing the line to his throat. Scott spat out blood, coughing wildly. "Vi..n..cent.." He cough out, closing his eyes and lying motionless.

Scott woke up sweating and crying. "Why again..?" He sniffled, wiping his tears on his sleeves.