Sickening Satisfaction || 14dwyOneshot

Sickening Satisfaction || 14dwyOneshot

crazy(?)!Mc, Gn!Mc, cw!child abuse, cw!gore (I dont go too much into detail, tried to leave it vague and up to the readers' interpretation), cw!sadism, may be ooc! All characters, except a few nameless ones, and Rowan, are @cutiesigh's

"Hah..." A tired sigh escapes your lips.

Another day is over... agh.. i could really go for a latte right now.

Stepping out of the library, you tie your hoodie around your waist, the humid, salty air enveloping your body, as the cool feeling of the ac from inside, fades.

As you near your favorite cafe, you see a tall, brown-haired man, yelling at who you think are his two kids. Right outside the cafe.

You glance around confusedly, wondering what happened, and why no one seems to be intervening, or caring about the full blown, one-sided screaming match going on.

The two girls look only about 11 and 8, respectively. Both their expressions mixed.

The older of the two defiantly glaring into the eyes of the man. Their eyes filled with annoyance and anger.

The younger simply staring dazedly at their feet, their hands fiddling nervously behind their back.

You quickly walk over, maybe it's stupid, and none of your business, but something just felt off about the whole thing.

The man notices you walking over to them, and his expression seems to relax.

The older sibling flinches, stepping back to hold the hand of the younger.

"Sorry, if I disturbed you." He smiled calmly, "My kids were just acting up."

"I don't know what they did, sir, but yelling at them like that-" You start, concern in your voice.

"Look, they were being bratty in the cafe, I'm just being a good parent." The man cuts you off sharply, smile wavering, "I'm sure you'd understand if you had kids of your own."

The last sentence came off a bit... condescending. Am I being too sensitive?

A mocking snort comes form the older sibling, as they start walking off, their sibling in tow. The smaller one giving a frightened glance back at their father.

The brown-haired man shakes his head, "Kids are a hassle, haha", he joked, as if he hadn't yelled and screamed at his kids so openly, and instead had teased them and watched them get childishly offended.

Is... Is it normal to brush something like that as a joke?

You mused, weirded out by the encounter.

You stared at the cafe for a few seconds, before realizing your now lack of appetite.

Dismayed, you decided to walk back to your apartment, mulling over what happened along the way.

"It was just.. weird." You trailed off, finishing your story of the whole encounter, "I just feel like.. something was wrong? It that invasive? Am I being nosy or something?" Your voice added quickly, trying to explain the unease you felt.

"N-no! What?" Ren said, reassurance in his voice, "That's a pretty strange way to react after yelling at your kids like that..." he looked off into the distance a bit, as if remembering something, but quickly looked back at you, smiling warmly as they drowned you (ⱠØVł₦₲ⱠɎ) with attention.

You gave them a skeptic look, your thoughts of him having a bias on you written clearly on your face.

"R-really! I-I'm sure if you noticed something was off, y-you're right!" He exclaimed, giving you a shy, but serious, smile.

"Thank you, Ren. Really..." You mumbled, finally believing him, "It means a lot having a friend like you by my side"

"A-anytime, Angel."

His voice echos in your ear, the genuine emotion in those two words, succeeding in making your heart skip a beat.

Quickly excusing yourself for the night, and ending the call, you sigh, hoping they didn't notice your blushing mess of a face before you managed to hang up.

Maybe... he's more than just a friend...

Tapping away on the old, clacky Microsoft Dell keyboard all libraries seem to have, you hear a small *ding*, from the 'Help' desk beside you.

"Oh! Hi, I'm Y/n, how can I assist- " Your voice pauses in shock as you see the same 11-year-old from yesterday, standing before you.

Are they here alone? An 11-year-old? Not even their sister is here...

They seem to notice your weird look, and grip their arm uncomfortably. It's.. much different from the tough persona you saw them take on yesterday.

"...I just needed some help looking for a book, s-sorry." They quickly blurt out. They didn't seem to recognize you from the day before.

"Ah.. sure! And you don't need to apologize, I'm always here to help!" You say with a gentle smile.

They nod, their expression relaxing, giving you an awkward but comfortable smile.

"So what kind of book are you looking for... uh.. sorry, can I get your name?" You asked.

"Oh, it's Rowan, and uh.. maybe a book on...herbs?" Rowans' eyes darted to the left, trying to remember what they needed, "M-More specifically the kind for wounds, broken bones, stuff like that??"

Wounds? Broken bones?

It was concerning for a 11-year-old to be thinking about stuff like this...right?

Something is definitely up, I don't think I can ignore this.

Still, even though you're 100% sure something is up, you lead them to the correct aisle and point out a few on topic books that an 11-year-old could handle.

You hate to remind them of something that might make them uncomfortable, but the question in your head kept rebounding anytime you tried to push it back.

You sigh, mentally preparing yourself for the poor kid to run off or to glare coldly at you, refusing to say anything.

"Rowan... I was there yesterday, at the cafe." You tell them, calmly and gently, desperately trying to not make them defensive.

Sadly, your approach doesn't seem to work completely, as their eyes immediately glaze over with a critical look.

"That was you?" Rowan's hands were shoved inside their hoodie pockets, as they bit the corner of their lips in embarrassment. Their face a humiliated and distrustful mix of emotion.

"Ah...yes, it was." You hesitate to talk about it more, but realize that what Rowan is going through... could be serious.

"Rowan, are you okay?" You ask, gently, but seriously.

"I..." They start aggressively, before pausing, their guard against you melting away.

The tough exterior they put up disappeared again, and you saw Rowan for what they truly were, a kid, hurting and in need of help.

"I'm.. not okay." Rowan admitted, their eyes glossing over with unspilt tears, "I.. I hate him. He isn't my dad. He's a monster."

Each word that came out of their mouth stung your heart. You continued to listen, your hate for the brown-haired man growing by the second.

"We stopped by the cafe because he wanted coffee." Rowan said, shakily, wiping away their tears, "We were just hungry and wanted a snack to eat. He didn't have to.. why did he.." Rowan huffed, holding back an angered sob.

"Why don't we go back to my desk and talk about it? I.. could give you some tissues." You suggested.

Rowan nodded, smiling gratefully.

"So that's what happened." You finished, once again telling Ren what happened, biting down angrily on a chocolate croissant (or whatever pastry you prefer).

Ren had a sympathetic look in his eyes, and an un-characteristicly dark frown.

"I-it was kind of you to help them, Angel.", He said, softly, looking at you with affection, "You should definitely report this to Social Services."

You frown, gently disagreeing, "Rowan's mom is too scared to leave him, and I'm sure he could pressure her into lying about how Rowan's sibling got a fractured wrist."

"Their mom would be powerless in a divorce, or a custody battle..." You add, feeling immense helplessness.

You hated to admit it... but you felt like Rowans' father... shouldn't live. It scared you, but you just couldn't see Rowans' father as a thinking, conscious, human being.

What kind of person would break their kids' wrist over asking for a snack?

The dark emotions stirred inside you, refusing to die down.

"Rowan doesn't deserve this, their mom and sibling don't, either." You hissed, "Rowans' father should die.", You say, complete and open, as your feelings of disgust and frustration, mount.

It takes a second for the weight of your words to hit you, and you look up awkwardly at Ren, not knowing what to say, or if you came off a bit too strong.

So you just stuff your mouth with the rest of the croissant, hoping you can both agree to ignore that comment.

Ren looks at you, wide eyed, before breaking the silence, "A-are you.. sure?"

"A- about him deserving to die?", You almost choke, swallowing your food before continuing, "If so.. then yea. I full-heartedly believe that thing... doesn't deserve to live after all the emotional and physical damage he's caused."

Ren looked off the the side, "You're really an angel, aren't you? How could someone as selfless as you exist..", before turning back to smile at you.

"I.. I know s-some people on the d-dark..w-web." He said, sheepishly, before quickly stuttering out a string of apologies, "A-a-a-a... s-sorry! P-please don't ask.. "

"It's fine! I.. I'll do anything to help out that kid. People like that... absolutely disgust me." You mutter with an infuriated tone.

"I..I s-see." Ren, perked up a bit, smiling at you, "I'll p-pick you u-up tomorrow..i-if that works-"

You nod your head, helping Ren clean the table at the cafe you were sitting down at, before leaving the cafe together, and Ren walking you to your apartment.

Closing the door behind you.. you can't help but feel eager.

Eager to rid the world of one less abusive psycho

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Waves of anticipation flow through your hands as you imagine cutting that piece of shit open. Making him feel 10 times the pain he caused to those around him.

The look of despair his pathetic face will have, and how Rowan and their family will be free from that things' clutches, will make everything worth it.

Seems like I've learned a lot about Ren this week

You realized that, while hugging onto his waist, on his motorcycle. A motorcycle you didn't know he had until tonight.

And you didn't really hate having to hold onto his waist though.

He feels way more.. muscle-y than I thought... I mean- it's not like I think about touching him like that-

You snap out of you chain of thought, as Ren gently stops his motorcycle in front of a warehouse.

It's grey concrete walls, dancing with multi-colored graffiti art, seem to call out for you, in some sick, twisted way.

But following Rens' silent lead, you stop at the entrance.

"This...wouldn't be breaking and entering, right? Ironically.. I don't .. want to break the law," You chuckled, a bit nervously.

"Pfft- No.. D-don't worry.. I- M-my f-friend is letting us use this place." Ren said, giving you a reasuring smile, motioning for you to come inside.

The interior of the building was more organized than you imagined, On one side of the warehouse, were operating tables, separated by curtain. And some other medical equipment.

Was that a cell salvage machine??

On the other, was various equipment, some stuff you could recognize, like a tripod camera, and others that were unfamiliar to you. It seemed pretty high-tech , from the look of it all.

With a soft smile on his face, Ren pushed back the curtains in front of one of the operating tables, revealing the brown-haired man.

Rowans' father was gagged and strapped into place, his wide blue eyes staring at you in terror, as muffled pleads tried and failed to escape his mouth.

"There are...tools... on the left." Ren pointed out to you, before setting up a few expensive cameras at different angles, some audio equipment, and (₳₴ ₥Ʉ₵Ⱨ ₳₴ ⱧɆ Ⱨ₳₮ɆĐ ₮Ø) handed you a fox mask to keep your identity safe.

Giving them a dumbfounded glance, he smiled (ł₦ ₳₦ ₳Ⱡ₥Ø₴₮ ₳ⱤØɄ₴ɆĐ ₩₳Ɏ) excitedly.

Ren grinned, "I..-I had a great idea, w-while we were on our way here, why not..l-live stream this? A-any donations that come through c-could go to... Rowans' family.." (ⱧɆ ₴₳Ɏ₴ ₳Ⱡ₥Ø₴₮ ⱤɆⱠɄ₵₮₳₦₮ⱠɎ)

Your eyes lit up, and you nod in agreement, about to reply, when-

"MGHHMPPH"

Your captive makes itself known again.

"Livestream started." Ren says with a smile in their tone.

Back to the cameras, you lift the mask onto your face, everything but your (₵ØⱠĐ) eyes hidden from sight.

"Lets start with an eye~." You mumble, loud enough for the mics to pick up, as your oblivious prisoner stares helplessly as you pick up a pin...

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<<The remains of an eye are thrown away into a bucket>>

<<Ren enthusiastically reads a few comments and conditions for donations>>

<<The gag comes off, pained swearing and desperate threats loudly echo in the room>>

<<You equip yourself with a scalpel>>

<<Cries and pleading fill the room>>

<<Ren tries and fails to stifle their laughter>>

<<More ₳₦Đ ₥ØⱤɆ blood fills the bucket>>

<<The chat goes wild>>

<<After 30 minutes, the only sounds in the room are Rens' encouragement and the ₴₵ⱤɆ₳₥ł₦₲ ₳₦Đ ₵ⱤɎł₦₲ Ø₣ ɎØɄⱤ Vł₵₮ł₥>>

<<After 60 minutes, the last ₴ØɄ₦Đ₴ Ø₣ ฿ⱤɆ₳₮Ⱨł₦₲ fade>>

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ɎØɄ ₩ł₦!

i present: some ship dynamics that make my brain go brrrrrrr

(character sizes not rly relevant but entirely based on OCs I interact with sjkghs)

Maybe a reverse comfort with James, where he had a nightmare that brought back bad memories? Or MC trying to escape from James after he had kidnapped them? Or even one where MC makes a new friend, and starts spending more time with them then James. Those are just some prompts off the top of my head.

A Feeble Attempt ~ BLD Mini Fic 

James belongs to @hotpinkmoon!    cw!Mild gore cw!Vomit (mentioned once but just to be safe, reader did not vomit just felt like they might) cw!Implied Stalking cw!Kidnapping cw!Death    [srry this took a bit to write! i got carried away a bit] 

Just when you had thought life was going well for you.

You had just started making more connections, other than the first meeting you had with James that fateful night. So why? Why did you ignore the signs? The furrowed brows whenever you mentioned one of the new people you had met. The heated glares at anyone who touched you, or anyone you touched, that you'd see sometimes when he thought you weren't looking. Sharp eyes practically screaming at them to get away, that you're his. Even while masked, his facial expression silently spelled out how much he wanted to tear their corpses to shreds. Foolish. And oh so naive. Whoever told you not to judge a book by its cover as a child could go suck an egg. James had left a few hours earlier to go to... well whatever his job was. Though it was hard to imagine it was anything legal, after what he had done to you the night before. Leaving you all alone with your self-deprecating thoughts. The thick chain bound to your ankle weighed down on you, not just physically, but mentally as well. A heavy feeling settled uninvited on your chest, squeezing your lungs as you felt a headache build up from the unending waves of stress threatening to drag you back into a dreamless sleep. Hah.. maybe that would be better actually. So you wouldn't have to deal with all this right now. The newly formed headache wasn't helping the dull pain from when James knocked you out earlier, either.

Eyes fluttering closed, your mind brings you back to a few weeks ago, when this all started.

Getting close to people, especially when you'd just moved to a new town, wasn't always the easiest thing. The first time you met James was a lucky... or unlucky accident. But finally, after at least a month, you'd broken down the walls of one of your co-workers. You remember telling James, eyes shining, how you'd exchanged numbers and had started chatting with each other outside of work. And how he responded with an eye roll, reminding you to be careful about who you put your trust in. Which you had ended up teasing him for, because didn't the both of you only meet a month ago? You had laughed at the irony of his words back then. A cheeky smile on your face as you watched him eye roll again, boasting about how he wasn't a loser like your co-worker. Why hadn't you noticed the malice in his tone back then? You had continued to meet up with your new friend, though you tried not to mention them around James as much, as his jealousy became more and more obvious. Why did you think that was normal? Until last night, when you'd gone to grab dinner with them. It was such a normal night. A simple meeting between two new friends. The sky was clear of clouds, the air fresh with the scent of summer. Sun setting across the horizon as the moon became more visible in the sky. Stars starting to peak out one by one, decorating the sky as one of nature's most wonderful pieces of art. Only the feeling of regret that the day was ending weighed on your mind. They had left for a moment to go get something from their car as you waited for them to come back so you could both order. Only for that moment to turn into 15 minutes, and then half an hour. Your heart had been filled with disappointment. The budding trust between you completely shattered. Did they really ditch you? Why? Confused frustration sunk into your brain, trying to reflect on all your interactions. Over analyzing every word and facial expression, the thought that maybe you had done something wrong forming a pit in your stomach.

Leaving the restaurant, you had checked your phone to give them a piece of your mind. Just... something to express the pain you were currently trying to push down. Only to be confused at the panicked, misspelled texts all over the screen. ...Maybe you shouldn't keep your phone on silent anymore. Trying to sift through the barrage of messages, you feel your blood run cold.

8:02 Het i think something/one is following me? Taking the long way from my car, ill b back a little late, dw and just order

8:05 Im def bejng followed, im sure of it, its some mask wearking dude holy fuck hoym

8:06 Shot sjit why did i goin and ally way oh ym god he has a knofe im running tm please pelase read this im begigng you its the one to the rght i think restirant i mean call somekne or soemtbing just plesae read this

8:06 Red hair green eye s please read tbis typjng is hard im so scared hesn fuckng llaughing trung 911 its hrd pleas e help

All the other messages had too many spelling mistakes to piece together, but you got the meaning. Red hair? Green eyes? Masked? Trying to block out the similarities you squeezed through the cluttered alleyway. Trying not to trip over discarded boxes or abandoned litter as you had frantically searched for any sign of them. You remember how just moments before they were showing off the area, smiling as they told you how they knew all the secret shortcuts around town. Now it seemed like this was a shortcut to their death. You shook your head, trying to clear the unwanted thoughts. Don't think like that. They didn't die. They probably dropped their phone. They're going to be okay. Your self-comfort came to an abrupt stop as the sight of a bloodied body came into view. There was blood... so much blood that you had thought your sight would've been stained red forever. The dark red fluid clearly looking coagulated. It was obvious that they had died a bit ago. Frozen, you felt your guts twist at the sight of theirs. The urge to throw up rising in your throat. You quickly moved your eyes away. Trying not to gag as you took out your phone to call the cops, only to notice their left hand. They still had their phone in their hand, and from where you were, you could see how the screen was cracked, and how their hand was broken and odd angles. You shivered, horrified by how the killer went out of their way to make their death so much more painful. This didn't just look like a murder, but torture. With a sudden BANG, your head had been slammed against the wall behind you, skewed sight taking in the red-haired attacker above you. "Tsk, I shouldn't have played around with them." James muttered under his breath, looking down at corpse before stomping on their hand once again. He looked calmer after doing so, smiling as he looked back at you with soft eyes. "Shh babe, don't cry." He murmured adoringly, cupping your face and wiping the tears you didn't know were there, before picking up your slumped body with ease. Head stinging and teary eyes drooping closed, the last thing you saw was the moon's curved smile looking down on you mockingly, the twinkling stars seeming to laugh at your stupidity as the breeze sighed in disappointment. Why were you sleeping? Why weren't you trying to escape?!

Your brain forced you to jolt awake, back to reality, back to being confined in someone's 'house'. Frustrated tears stung your eyes again as a helpless feeling sunk into your bones. A suffocating pain that you couldn't get rid of. Why couldn't you just have had a dreamless sleep like you wanted? Still though, gulping back your feelings, you shakily remembered those last words that had rung through your mind. With all the time in the world to start planning, you looked around the room. Scouring for any way to escape, or anything you could use to get out. The small room had no windows. Not even a door. It was both frustrating and favorable for you. You couldn't see what time it was outside, but at the same time, James wouldn't be able to see what you were doing inside. And the exit was right there. Though it wasn't like you'd be able to get past it. Not with the chain around your leg. Though you were glad he hadn't used to shorter collar one on you that you got a glimpse of before. Contemplating, you stared at your ankle in silence. Trying to brainstorm any way to get it off. Breaking the chain would take too long, and you were positive that James would be able to quickly find out what you were trying to do. Playing nice wasn't an option either. No way were you going to go along with whatever he had in store for you. Not after everything you had seen him do.

Then you had no other options left. You had already tried looking around for anything useful, but of course, James wouldn't leave anything like that within reach.   Closing your eyes, and trying to imitate what you had seen in a horror movie you had once watched with him, with a few tries and a loud pop, your ankle was dislocated.  

Waves of pain shot up your nerves, and you grit your teeth, trying to swallow back a scream of pain.     At least you were able to slip out of the damn thing.   You quickly learned leaning or putting any weight on that leg was almost unbearable, using the objects around you to get up and make your way over to the curtain door.     Finally-  Hope bubbling in your chest, the taste of freedom was only one bite away. Your home, your bed, your job. The thought of being in your room again fueling your determination to push on past the pain your body felt.    Only for that hope and determination to be crushed the moment you moved the curtain. Vibrant eyes met yours, toxic green seeping a chilling cold that forced goosebumps to crawl up your skin. Dread seeped into every pore on your body as his tall frame cast a heavy shadow on yours. "And where do you think you're going, sweetheart? You should have known that this wasn't going to be as easy as you'd hoped.

Whumptober 2022 Day 4 || Waking Up Disorientated

Saw somthing like this on my dash and decided it might be fun to try out !

I'll try to do as many days as I can, but I'm pretty busy :]

Gn Reader || cw Body horror || Not proofread || tw yandere ||

Everything around you felt...floaty. Yet oddly heavy.

Heavy but floaty. All at once.

Were you awake? Or was this just a vivid dream you found yourself trapped in?

Thinking this, the air around you seemed to cup your face gently, its' warm touch enveloping your senses completely.

How had you not noticed how cold you were until now? The blank white expanse so frigid and lifeless.

The warm feeling dragged you away from your thoughts, away from reality.

Before slipping away, just as quickly as it came. The absence of it leaving you empty and confused.

You couldn't let that feeling go.

It was cold. So cold. Unbearably cold.

Like you had been covered in ice, your skin frozen over. Your warm blood, drained away...

You needed to find that warmth.

Before something irreversible happened.

That warning rang in your head, a desperate call to protect you from something unknown.

Grasping the ground, you tried lifting yourself up onto your feet, the panic gnawing at your insides, threatening to burst out of your skin.

Yet, you felt to heavy, so weak, like trying to swim through a pool made out of honey. Your limbs screaming out in defiance, your body, a traitor.

Struggling, you have no choice but to leave it behind. Slipping from your skin, shedding that useless shell, you feel the weight, that chilling pressure, disappear.

Its' strange, and you don't know exactly what happened just now, but maybe ...thats for the best.

Curiosity killed the cat, you know.

Completing your task, you frantically looked out into the distance, trying to find that sliver of warmth.

Through the fog that is your mind, you see the shadow, the warmth.

You sprint toward it, your form free from "human imperfections", no lungs suffocating you and forcing you to stop for a breath, no muscle to drag you down and tire you out.

You pay no heed to your surroundings, your focus entirely on the black shadow, the warmth, your only hope.

The white turning to grey and then to black.

The freezing temperature slowly heating up, and then becoming scalding hot.

It didn't matter.

You were close. Oh so close to the shadow.

You had almost touched it.

With a desperate cry, you felt your new form collide with your body, merging once again. Something dragging you back.

There was nothing you could do but unwillingly sink back to reality.

--

"Are you awake now?" A sweet voice flooded your ears.

The world felt heavy once again, but at least everything was a bit less foggy.

You looked up, meeting the eyes of your captor. You couldn't remember much, but you knew it was their fault.

Everyhting was so blurry, yet the hatred and anger you felt was engraved in your heart. Engraved in your soul.

"..Please.. don't look at me like that, love." Their guiltless whisper sounded in the hospital-looking room you found yourself in.

Your mouth spoke on its' own, ceramic lips delicately opening.

"I know what you did."

Their reaction was immediate. They gripped the bed sheets, their smooth un-calloused hands still a bit messy with clay.

"I.. I only did what I h-had to, I promise!" They cried out.

It sounded like they were trying to convince themself, not just you.

It was sickening.

That voice, those eyes, that look of desperation and sadness.

Why? Why?!

That look made your gut fester with never ending disgust.

Fueled by confusion and anger, you lunge at them, aiming for their open neck. Something, just anything, to make this disgusting feeling fade.

And yet they easily pinned your hands above you, cautious and gentle.

"Please.. p-please be careful.. I just finished making your new body..." Their expression turned frantic and uneasy, the emotions in your glassy eyes sending a clear message to them.

Watching them pulling a concoction from their lab coat, you struggled in their grip. Every joint in your body working to rid yourself of their slimy grip.

The panic and unease of what they would do to you next-

The tussle only lasts a few moments.

They cut off your little game, gripping your chin with surprising strength, forcing the odd mixture down your throat.

Your mind is bleary, as you fall into semi-lucidity,

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Weekend plans

probably won't have my requests open for a while to focus on irl things going on rite now, thanks for your understanding!