I don't remember the last time he talked to me; it's been so long. Yet, every day, like clockwork, he'd come, take off my clothes, and pin me to his bed. He'd look me straight in the eye, and would begin his daily, lustful ritual. When he'd finish, he would then proceed to leaving the room, locking the door behind himself. None of the others seemed to be talking to me much either; it's like they're avoiding me for some reason.

I never asked to become this . . . thing. . .

I never asked to be the slave of a monster, yet here I am.

However, something strange did happen.

Despair was lying in bed, as per usual. The door to the room opened and Envy strode in, looking happy for a change. He bent down at the edge of the bed and peered at Despair. "Hello there, pet." He said cheerfully, picking her up and placing her on his lap. "Today's a very special day. Do you know what day it is?"

Despair looked up at him, confused. Envy just smiled and said "Don't worry. You'll find out soon enough~"

Despair softly gasped as she felt something thin and sharp poke into her tattoo, suddenly realising that it was a needle. "WhaddayadoinEnveeeee. . ." Her words came out slurred and hardly recognisable. His vision faded to black, Envy's malevolent chuckles growing fainter and fainter.

Despair found herself chained to a stone slab. Long swords stuck out of her homunculus markings and hurt if she tried to move. "Do you know why you're here, Despair?"

"I don't see much point in saying anything if you're gonna tell me anyway, right Father?"

"Alright, then I'll tell you. You are here because I have no more further use for you. You're weak in comparison to your brothers and sister; both your emotional and physical capacities. I am disappointed in you, Despair."

A cruel smile played across Despair's lips. "So, I'm going to assume Envy's found a replacement for me; there's no point in hiding it from me when I'm already dying anyway."

A young, raven-haired girl, no older than eighteen, stepped out from behind Envy, who was reciprocating Despair's smile. "Hey, you," Despair called out to the girl. "Good luck. You'll need it more than I ever will."

"What does she-" the girl started to say before Envy shushed her.

Despair felt herself be slowly lowered into the vat of boiling liquid. The pain was excruciating. Bit by bit, she felt herself disappear, until there was no more to lose.

Frida saw the dark-haired girl across from her be incinerated until only a red liquid was left of her. What did she mean by 'Good luck.' Good luck with what? And how was she this girl's replacement? The girl had been brought to this place by the amethyst-eyed boy, who told her she was special, unique, and beautiful. He had promised her eternal life. . . Her thoughts were interrupted by Envy holding her down. She spied the man the late girl referred to as 'Father' making a quick cut across her arm. "Let's hope this one is more successful." He muttered to Envy. She thrashed about in Envy's grasp. "What are you doing? Let me go!" she screamed out.

"I thought you wanted to live forever. This little pain is the price you'll pay, nothing more." He said, trying to calm the agitated girl down. Father produced the vial containing the other girl's remains; a vial filled with a red, blood-like substance. He poured it into the wound and, almost instantly, the girl writhed in agony, while Envy struggled to hold her in his vice-like grip. She slowly began to stop moving until she fell limp, exhausted from receiving the Stone. Envy roughly picked her up, and checked out her body. Sure enough, the Ouroboro's Tattoo had appeared on her pale belly, marking her permanently. She groaned when Envy forced a small, black stone into the tattoo. He lifted her onto his shoulder, and returned with her to his bedroom. "What. . . what happened. . . where are you taking me? Envy?"

He threw her onto his bed, and picked up a discarded collar with a chain attached to it.

"You'll see, pet, you'll see."

And so ends 'A toy of his own'

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