Ash was still riding his euphoric high. It was a blur when Edgar had told him to get on the bed. Edgar had sat on top of him, pausing for a moment as if to revel in the position he was in. Then, Edgar snaked his hands around Ash's neck and squeezed. Ash let out a choked gasp and reached up to grasp at Edgar's arms. Immediately Edgar looked down at him with a saddened expression.
"Ashley, it hurts that you don't trust me," Edgar said, loosening his grip just for a second. He looked into Ash's dark blue eye. His pupil was contracted into a tiny black dot. Unsurprising, considering Edgar had watched him inject only a few moments earlier. Edgar continued, his voice laced with sadness. "You know I'd never hurt you." At these words, Ash lowered his hands and Edgar smiled.
Edgar then squeezed Ash's neck even harder, putting as much of his strength into it as possible, his nails digging into the flesh. Ash would just let himself be killed and wouldn't do anything at all about it. He could easily overpower Edgar and do the same to him, but he didn't. It was pure ecstasy as Ash laid beneath him with his worthless life in Edgar's hands.
Ash's strained chokes and gasps filled the heated air between them. It was only a couple seconds before unconsciousness could kick in, Edgar would make sure to draw them out as long as possible, it wouldn't be as much fun if Ash had passed out. He felt Ash's rapid pulse beneath his fingers. It was only a few minutes until death, but he would make Ash experience the edge of it.
Ash's eye watered and his face flushed red. He was getting weaker. His vision blurred and his ears rang and he struggled to focus. Edgar took note of every sight and sound; It wasn't anything that he could ever be bored of. He watched the tears and spit drip down Ash's cheeks and chin and knew that he was getting close. He noted that Ash was trying his hardest not to struggle. Edgar enjoyed the feeling of Ash's chest involuntarily convulsing beneath him.
Then, as Ash's eye rolled to the back of his head, Edgar finally let go. In an instant the air filled Ash's lungs, a big gasp that made him erupt into a drawn out series of hacking coughs. He choked on the air like it was a foreign body trying to kill him.
"Ashley," Edgar began, watching Ash intently as he choked and dry heaved spit. It took Ash a few minutes to begin to breathe somewhat normally. "You were wrong to doubt me," Edgar sat up on Ash's lap, reaching forward and gently brushing Ash's tears away with his thumb. Like a stray dog Ash leaned his face into Edgar's hand. Ash gazed up at him with his bloodshot eye, still mostly out of it.
Edgar admired his work. His eyes were especially drawn to the dark purple bruises that had blossomed on Ash's pale neck, adorned with the dark red crescents of Edgar's nails. With his other hand he ran his fingers firmly along the bruises, enjoying how Ash winced at his touch, the tense muscles trembling beneath his fingertips.
Edgar laid next to Ash and wrapped an arm around him. He felt Ash flinch but then relax into him, laying his head on Edgar's chest.
"I love you," Edgar said. The words made Ash relax even further, slumping tiredly against him. It didn't matter what Edgar did, as long as he said those words afterwards. Ash was easy in that way.
"I love you too," Ash struggled to get the words out, his throat was sore and raw and it hurt to speak. His voice was rough and hoarse. For now, though, it didn't matter, and Ash was rewarded with a few moments of silence.