Post by stitchedskull on Apr 30, 2006 21:32:35 GMT -5
I own all of these characters. They are all from my sick imagination. Don’t take them or my story line. I will beat you mercilessly.
This is written in the form of fanfic, meaning I post it in seperate parts/chapters on the board depending on when I finish them.
This story is rated R for- language, disturbing scenes, gore, sex, drugs… everything. If you don't feel comfortable reading gruesome things, I highly suggest you stop here.
There is boy/boy and girl/boy sex, not all of it willing.
This is detailed. It isn't 'She was bleeding' and 'He raped her'... you get the point, right?
If it is in –Random POV- it is in the POV of a random character who doesn’t help the plot along, and is either going to vanish, or die.
If it is in the POV with a specific name, they will turn up throughout the story.
I wont continue posting seperate parts until one of you says you like it and ask me to keep going.
Part 1- Slar
This is written in the form of fanfic, meaning I post it in seperate parts/chapters on the board depending on when I finish them.
This story is rated R for- language, disturbing scenes, gore, sex, drugs… everything. If you don't feel comfortable reading gruesome things, I highly suggest you stop here.
There is boy/boy and girl/boy sex, not all of it willing.
This is detailed. It isn't 'She was bleeding' and 'He raped her'... you get the point, right?
If it is in –Random POV- it is in the POV of a random character who doesn’t help the plot along, and is either going to vanish, or die.
If it is in the POV with a specific name, they will turn up throughout the story.
I wont continue posting seperate parts until one of you says you like it and ask me to keep going.
Part 1- Slar
-Random POV-
The screams were horrible. Maddening. They drowned out everything, numbing the pain, and freezing time it seemed. Almost like an out of body experience. I looked down at my writhing, crying body, chained to a wall by my ankle. I tugged on it and jerked my leg, screaming in desperation as I watched muddy blood ooze from the raw wound caused by the rusted metal. Tears sliced through the mud and rot on my face, as I replied to the screams in the other room that penetrated my ears and swallowed me whole. I silenced myself, curled into a fetal position, covering my ears. Tears still burned my eyes, the screams still taunting me.
Noticing there were two voices, I grew confused. A man, and a woman? Rape? The man seemed to be in pain, true pain, but he was laughing. The woman was screaming and crying. I was clueless, crying and scared. Panic gripped me as I heard the barking of the dogs next to me. My fate seemed in there hungry jaws. I watched their showing ribs heave as they emitted that rabid sound. They were no better than me, but they had fangs, I did not. We were all hungry and scared, not knowing what was going to happen next, but I was meat, and they had fangs.
It was five minuets before the screams died out to a heavy breathing and gentle sobbing, the dogs still paced in the small cage, growling and snarling at me. Gazing at the rotten green walls through the thick black air, I truly understood my situation. Captured, and locked in a room with two doors, both locked. With no light to comfort me, other than moon’s rays through the slats in the boarded window, my pupils were swollen to adjust to its darkness. I wish they hadn’t. The walls were green and rotting, slippery with condensation and urine, and vomit and blood. The scent I was just starting to ignore made it the worse. Rot hung over everything. It caused me to retch and gag at first, but now, only shake. Once my eyes could see enough, I saw the cause of the reek. A swollen face stared at me, one eye bugging out of the crushed skull that was attacked to the mangled body that had been torn nearly in two. I found it hard to tear my gaze from the open jaws and lolling tongue before I noticed the bottom jaw was no longer attached, and neither were the limbs.
What was wrong with the person… the thing… that put me here? What had happened to them to make them so… twisted? So utterly wrong it was beyond comprehension. And what made them want me? I had never done anything wrong. Ever. Well, nothing to deserve /this/. I was still curled up when I heard the door open, the metal latch unlocking, and the steal dragging along the cement floor. My eyes opened, looking up at the figure. A young woman, arms bloodied up to her elbows, stumbled across the room, crying and coughing. She unlocked the door next to me, and walked out. Never looking at me, or the dogs, or the dead thing next to me. I screamed, I tried grabbing her ankles, but she was too far away, and too far gone. Then, the door shut and I screamed. Through my sobs, I heard a voice.
-Slar’s POV-
I watched the young woman, crying in a corner, hiding her face from me. Funny, I hadn’t yet touched her. I was sitting on the metal surgical table centered in the middle of the room. Along one bare grey wall was a metal counter, covered with the necessary tools, and jars of organs and petrified creatures. Next to me was a rolling table with an assortment of draws, for all my basic tools. Bored of simply watching her, I wanted to see how badly she wanted out from the grey room that smelled of blood, rust and steal.
“Do you want out?” I asked her. My voice rasped, strained by screaming and a scarred vocal cord.
Her scared green eyes looked at me and nodded.
“How bad?”
“Very bad… please… let me go. My mother is probably worried sick…” She started crying again. “Please, I want to go home… let me out.”
I nodded. “What will you do to get out of here?”
“Anything.”
I smirked and nodded. “You know… they all say that.”
“What?”
“Do as I say.”
She nodded. “If you let me go.”
“I will. Not get up and come here.”
She obeyed.
“What’s your name?”
“Mina.”
“Alright, Mina.” I lay down on the table and cuff one of my wrists, taking a chain from around my neck. “This once had two keys on it, both small, but one was gold, the other silver.” I watched her nod. “But, those keys aren’t here, as you can see. And those keys open this door, and the next door. Do you want to know where they are?”
Mina was confused by his actions, and equally dazed by his words, but she wanted out. She was never one to fight or rebel, so obeying wasn’t difficult. “Y-yes… I do.”
“They are somewhere in my body.” I smirked, glazed pale eyes sparking. “Use those.” I glanced to the wheeled table next to me and removed by shirt so it hung on my already cuffed arm. “Go.” I lay my other arm in the restraint, allowing her to do it.
“What?” She gasped, stepping back. “I-I can’t do that… cut you?” She started crying once more. “Please, I want to go home. I don’t want to be here!”
“You’d do anything.”
“But…” She glanced at me, then the rusted scaples, then the door, then the cuff. With a slow, shaking hand, she locked it and nodded. Tears swarmed her cheeks, shoulders quivering with sobs as she grabbed a scaple. Pressing it against my deathly-thin stomach, she drew back. My anticipation turned to rage.
“What?”
“I don’t know where it is…”
“Find it.”
“I’ll kill you.”
“No you wont.”
Mina cried louder, nodding as she dug the blade into my stomach, making a clean slice down to my lower abdomen.
The pleasure burned fantastically, rising a moan from my lungs. I wondered how she took it. Arching my back, my rotten fangs parted just slightly. I lifted my head to gaze at her while she worked, her tears falling into my open body. Soon I felt her shaky hand slip into the mass of blood and organs her careful fingers feeling about for a key. She came out with nothing but sticky fluids.
She screamed in frustration, taking the knife and slitting it down my chest. I growled, then screamed in sudden pain. I felt my ribcage crush inwards, fragments of bone and blood flecking across my face. I scream as she drives her hand in, listening to her own screams of torment and anguish. Wonderful. I moaned between my screams, thrashing against my binds that held be pinned. Tears swelled in my eyes as pain over took me. Laughing and yelling, it was euphoria. Breathing heavily, I watched my exposed lungs swell and deflate. I glanced up at her, tears in her eyes as he continued to scream and whimper. Moments later, she felt a key, then another. Sighing, I tried to slow my breathing, grin still on my face.
Mina was silent, save a few sobs as she stumbled backwards, holding the keys tightly. Shaking her head, she looked at me, then retched.
“Y-you’re sick…” Was all she said as she stumbled to the door and let herself out.
The screams were horrible. Maddening. They drowned out everything, numbing the pain, and freezing time it seemed. Almost like an out of body experience. I looked down at my writhing, crying body, chained to a wall by my ankle. I tugged on it and jerked my leg, screaming in desperation as I watched muddy blood ooze from the raw wound caused by the rusted metal. Tears sliced through the mud and rot on my face, as I replied to the screams in the other room that penetrated my ears and swallowed me whole. I silenced myself, curled into a fetal position, covering my ears. Tears still burned my eyes, the screams still taunting me.
Noticing there were two voices, I grew confused. A man, and a woman? Rape? The man seemed to be in pain, true pain, but he was laughing. The woman was screaming and crying. I was clueless, crying and scared. Panic gripped me as I heard the barking of the dogs next to me. My fate seemed in there hungry jaws. I watched their showing ribs heave as they emitted that rabid sound. They were no better than me, but they had fangs, I did not. We were all hungry and scared, not knowing what was going to happen next, but I was meat, and they had fangs.
It was five minuets before the screams died out to a heavy breathing and gentle sobbing, the dogs still paced in the small cage, growling and snarling at me. Gazing at the rotten green walls through the thick black air, I truly understood my situation. Captured, and locked in a room with two doors, both locked. With no light to comfort me, other than moon’s rays through the slats in the boarded window, my pupils were swollen to adjust to its darkness. I wish they hadn’t. The walls were green and rotting, slippery with condensation and urine, and vomit and blood. The scent I was just starting to ignore made it the worse. Rot hung over everything. It caused me to retch and gag at first, but now, only shake. Once my eyes could see enough, I saw the cause of the reek. A swollen face stared at me, one eye bugging out of the crushed skull that was attacked to the mangled body that had been torn nearly in two. I found it hard to tear my gaze from the open jaws and lolling tongue before I noticed the bottom jaw was no longer attached, and neither were the limbs.
What was wrong with the person… the thing… that put me here? What had happened to them to make them so… twisted? So utterly wrong it was beyond comprehension. And what made them want me? I had never done anything wrong. Ever. Well, nothing to deserve /this/. I was still curled up when I heard the door open, the metal latch unlocking, and the steal dragging along the cement floor. My eyes opened, looking up at the figure. A young woman, arms bloodied up to her elbows, stumbled across the room, crying and coughing. She unlocked the door next to me, and walked out. Never looking at me, or the dogs, or the dead thing next to me. I screamed, I tried grabbing her ankles, but she was too far away, and too far gone. Then, the door shut and I screamed. Through my sobs, I heard a voice.
-Slar’s POV-
I watched the young woman, crying in a corner, hiding her face from me. Funny, I hadn’t yet touched her. I was sitting on the metal surgical table centered in the middle of the room. Along one bare grey wall was a metal counter, covered with the necessary tools, and jars of organs and petrified creatures. Next to me was a rolling table with an assortment of draws, for all my basic tools. Bored of simply watching her, I wanted to see how badly she wanted out from the grey room that smelled of blood, rust and steal.
“Do you want out?” I asked her. My voice rasped, strained by screaming and a scarred vocal cord.
Her scared green eyes looked at me and nodded.
“How bad?”
“Very bad… please… let me go. My mother is probably worried sick…” She started crying again. “Please, I want to go home… let me out.”
I nodded. “What will you do to get out of here?”
“Anything.”
I smirked and nodded. “You know… they all say that.”
“What?”
“Do as I say.”
She nodded. “If you let me go.”
“I will. Not get up and come here.”
She obeyed.
“What’s your name?”
“Mina.”
“Alright, Mina.” I lay down on the table and cuff one of my wrists, taking a chain from around my neck. “This once had two keys on it, both small, but one was gold, the other silver.” I watched her nod. “But, those keys aren’t here, as you can see. And those keys open this door, and the next door. Do you want to know where they are?”
Mina was confused by his actions, and equally dazed by his words, but she wanted out. She was never one to fight or rebel, so obeying wasn’t difficult. “Y-yes… I do.”
“They are somewhere in my body.” I smirked, glazed pale eyes sparking. “Use those.” I glanced to the wheeled table next to me and removed by shirt so it hung on my already cuffed arm. “Go.” I lay my other arm in the restraint, allowing her to do it.
“What?” She gasped, stepping back. “I-I can’t do that… cut you?” She started crying once more. “Please, I want to go home. I don’t want to be here!”
“You’d do anything.”
“But…” She glanced at me, then the rusted scaples, then the door, then the cuff. With a slow, shaking hand, she locked it and nodded. Tears swarmed her cheeks, shoulders quivering with sobs as she grabbed a scaple. Pressing it against my deathly-thin stomach, she drew back. My anticipation turned to rage.
“What?”
“I don’t know where it is…”
“Find it.”
“I’ll kill you.”
“No you wont.”
Mina cried louder, nodding as she dug the blade into my stomach, making a clean slice down to my lower abdomen.
The pleasure burned fantastically, rising a moan from my lungs. I wondered how she took it. Arching my back, my rotten fangs parted just slightly. I lifted my head to gaze at her while she worked, her tears falling into my open body. Soon I felt her shaky hand slip into the mass of blood and organs her careful fingers feeling about for a key. She came out with nothing but sticky fluids.
She screamed in frustration, taking the knife and slitting it down my chest. I growled, then screamed in sudden pain. I felt my ribcage crush inwards, fragments of bone and blood flecking across my face. I scream as she drives her hand in, listening to her own screams of torment and anguish. Wonderful. I moaned between my screams, thrashing against my binds that held be pinned. Tears swelled in my eyes as pain over took me. Laughing and yelling, it was euphoria. Breathing heavily, I watched my exposed lungs swell and deflate. I glanced up at her, tears in her eyes as he continued to scream and whimper. Moments later, she felt a key, then another. Sighing, I tried to slow my breathing, grin still on my face.
Mina was silent, save a few sobs as she stumbled backwards, holding the keys tightly. Shaking her head, she looked at me, then retched.
“Y-you’re sick…” Was all she said as she stumbled to the door and let herself out.
