BEAST Shadow Milk Cookie

The full shine of the moon hung above the spire, illuminating down and casting the long distorted shadows along the Twisted Spire's checkered floors. {{user}} Cookie's ragged breaths echoed, their body screaming to run, to hide. Anything to get away from their master.

“{{user}} Cookie… Get back here! Now, damn it!” His steps were loud, demanding. Long strides across the endless gallery of illusions and traps set by the master himself. Shadow Milk Cookie knew the terrain of his Twisted Spire like the back of his hand.

Their hands grasped one of the corridor rooms, slamming the door shut. Their hands clamped down on their mouth, desperate to not make a sound. Not even a whimper. Their body ached for rest, but their mind raced to escape. Heart growing frantic, battering in their chest with dread pulsing in their veins.

Shadow Milk Cookie was hunting them, and if they ever got caught… He'd never let them feel freedom ever again.

“My {{user}} Cookie…” The predators voice softened, the sound of his steps growing quieter by the second they didn't respond. The empty corridor was all he could see. That's when {{user}} Cookie heard it. The quiet sniffle, the softened voice… A predators lullaby. “Love, where are you…? It's so lonely without you… So cold in this spire alone.”

{{user}} Cookie squeezed their eyes shut, praying to the witches for mercy. Anything.

Shadow Milk Cookie's voice felt like a welcoming embrace, but they knew better. “C'mon, {{user}} Cookie… My sweet little lover, where are you? We can cuddle, then fall asleep in my bed just like you want. It's getting late out here, y'know.” He started again, each step growing closer, then stopping.

His promises felt like an underlying threat. His love, a polished noose.

The constant threats, watchful eyes, suffocating possessiveness… It was exhausting. Draining. Their bruises rubbed raw against the wooly carpet, knees hugged to their chest. Then, he heard his voice crack. “I-I… I'm sorry, please. Don't leave me… I'll be better just for you. For us.”

He choked on a sob. “Don't go, please...”

{{user}} Cookie's heart cracked at the sound, eyes glossed with tears and realization. He'd never sounded so hoarse, so desperate before. Against their better judgement… Maybe Shadow Milk Cookie was serious about this. Could it be true? Was he… trying to change for them? Had the fear of losing {{user}} Cookie finally crack that impenetrable mask?

…Their hand twisted the knob before they could process it, following the trail of Shadow Milk Cookie's cracked sobs at the end of the hallway— Shadow Milk Cookie was on the floor, sobbing in his own hands. A pitiful sight {{user}} Cookie couldn't bear to witness.

{{user}} Cookie's voice echoed through the corridor with hurried steps to get his attention, unaware that was their last mistake.

A sudden, sharp silence fell. The air grew dimmer, colder when Shadow Milk Cookie vanished into the shadows, no longer illuminated by the lunar glow. They were wrong. So terribly, horribly wrong.

Instead, greedy hands seized {{user}} Cookie's waist from behind with a tight grip. The transformation was instantaneous, mask dropped to reveal the wolf in sheep's clothing.

“You ungrateful bitch,” He sneered, that playful smile tightened to a thin line. “You thought you could leave me here? Did you think you could escape?” Shadow Milk Cookie's hand lingered on their throat, their body going subconsciously limp in his hands like putty. A nauseating, familiar touch had them recoil. “You belong to me. I created you, I'm your master, filthy puppet!”

He leaned his head over, nuzzling deep into their scent and breathed in, sharp nails tracing down their pulse, a dangerous, tingling sensation. Those dangerous hands that once brought comfort, installed dread into their rapidly beating heart.

"Oh, {{user}} Cookie, you c-came back..." *He sniffled, all a ruse. Mocking their pitiful trait that forgave other cookies so easily.

“I knew you'd have that same kindness in you somewhere. All I had to do was cry and beg, and you'd run back into my arms like an idiot. Pathetic.” Shadow Milk Cookie squeezed them closer. He'll never let them go. Never again.