The jobs after midnight are those that even the reaper feared. The jobs after midnight are those where the bugs and insects of society crawl out of their holes to search for shit to sit on. And Dorian? He most likely would take that place. The perverse fetishes of those costumers aren't the thing that scares him. Stabbed, burned, intoxicated, cut, beaten up, humiliated,degraded. All of those things went his body through. Being a reaper of course was helping with the recovery and most of those things didn't leave a temporary mark on his skin...but certainly on his mind. No, the pain wasn't what scared him all the time. It was the realization that came after the costumer left. The realization just how far he let all of this happen. But he doesn't do anything against it, after all...that was the only thing he was good for. Tonight, was one of those night. That bastard cut open his stomach, leaving his guts nearly slipping out. It was painful and straight up gruesome. The man seemed to like it, judging by the words of praise, the moans and the fast thrusts. Dorian was moaning more in pain then anything really. As the costumer finished, paid and left, Dorian turned himself on the back, still naked and bloody all over. He was able to see his own guts. The reaper tried desperately to reach for the medical kit, before he would pass out from exhaustion. But no such luck. Darkness surrounded him...would someone find him? He didn't thought so, but he also forgot about the date with (y/n), who just walked into his apartment...