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otis driftwood with a sadistic s/o hcs?
•Perfect! A match made in hell they say. You two get along so well and everyone knows why. You guys are just perfect for each other
•You’ll make skin suits together. You will just grab a body and turn them into a suit and run around after someone in them, usually for mockery, but hey it’s good fun
•You and Otis compete sometimes with the body count. It got so bad one time that you actually bought a tally mark to prove a point, which lead to Otis’ mom having enough of you too
•Otis loves you helping him with his creations. His showed you his “Fish Boy” creation and after that it just went from there. You two have so many ideas that there aren’t enough people to make them
•You help him do his makeup and with the rituals. It’s one of your favorite things to do. You just find it so fun to bring people’s fear out and see them shrivel up to nothing but whiny dogs when they hear you and Otis speak the language of evil and feel the coffin they’re trapped in stop and get torn open by creations of an evil man
•Otis loves seeing you slowly torcher people who made a poor decision to come there and find Doctor Satans hanging tree. Oh those stupid teenagers. Now they have to deal with you, and especially him. Those poor souls
Sick in the head.
Demented thoughts like the wind brushing against your face.
No one knows you.
The ugly raw dark inside that you hide so well.
Everyone doesn't even know huh?
You want someone to be that true self with.
But you'd rather hide in plain site and wait.
You're dead decaying inside.
The monster wants out.
No one would understand they'd just try and change you.
They won't believe this is who you are.
Blood pain and torture.
Is what you want to bring into this world.
You are filthy.
You enjoy when others are in pain.
annoyed when they complain about their sadness or ailments.
Silently watching and enjoying the entertainment you receive from it.
You can't leave what you live off of.
Chaos strife pain.
Your family is where you receive it most.
But you are unwilling to change you can't change your insides.
Well I took this and yeah....
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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)
{Chapter Six – Obliterazione Delle Anime}
Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER
Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf
Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion
Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar
Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard
Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra
Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger
Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther
Reader: Heaven Valentino Human
Status: Ongoing
RATED (M) FOR MATURE
words:
WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...
CHAPTER WARNING: This chapter contains dark, sadistic, disturbing, and triggering scenes with detailed, graphic descriptions. A warning has been placed at the beginning of the triggering content.⚠️
TRANSLATION
obliterazione delle anime: obliteration of souls
Sono il tuo nemico dall'inferno: I'm your enemy from hell
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MATERIALIST
Heaven's POV
I froze in my tracks, my heart pounding loudly in my chest as I witnessed the scene unfold before my eyes. Jungkook, my beloved Panther hybrid, lay on the ground writhing in pain, blood seeping from the wound on his stomach.
The sight was like a stab to my own heart, rendering me immobile as I grappled with the overwhelming fear and anguish that gripped me. The sound of his growls filled the air, a haunting reminder of his suffering.
I felt a surge of emotions welling up inside me, a mix of helplessness, anger, and a deep sense of connection to Jungkook. It was as if his pain had become my own, urging me to act, to alleviate his suffering in any way possible. I was rooted to the spot, unable to tear my gaze away from him, until a sudden embrace broke through my trance.
A deep, familiar voice called out my name, jolting me back to reality. With a start, I dashed to Jungkook's side, pushing aside the shock of the momentary distraction. I knelt beside him, my voice trembling with emotion as I pleaded with him to stay awake, to fight against the darkness that threatened to engulf him.
"Jungkook, please, look at me. Stay with me," I implored, my voice thick with tears. "I won't let anything happen to you. Just hold on, please."
Desperation laced my words as I called out for help, my voice cracking with the intensity of my emotions. I sought aid from those around me, their names tumbling from my lips in a frantic plea for assistance. The panic and fear that clawed at my heart threatened to overwhelm me as Jungkook's eyelids drooped, his breathing slowing.
"No, Jungkook, don't close your eyes," I cried out, my voice breaking with the weight of the moment. "Please, stay with me. Namjoon, Yoongi, anyone, help him!”
I was in the midst of a heated battle, but my focus was solely on protecting Jungkook and ensuring the safety of my hybrids. It was chaos all around, but I remained calm and collected as I gave orders to my men. Sending one to escort Jungkook to safety through the back door, with the hybrids trailing behind us.
"Jay, see to it that we have a car ready immediately. Your job is to ensure the safe extraction of the hybrids and take down Black Eagle and his crew. Stick to the original plan and I'll handle them myself later," I instructed over the earpiece, my voice firm and determined.
"Got it, Miss Valentino. I'll see to it that everything goes smoothly," Jay responded promptly. I acknowledged his commitment, even though he couldn't see me, and ended the call. Jungkook's well-being was my top priority at this moment.
Black Eagle had crossed a line by targeting my hybrids. I may be indifferent to personal threats, but when it comes to my family, vengeance knows no bounds. I vowed to make Black Eagle regret ever laying a finger on my hybrids. His actions had sealed his fate, and I would ensure he paid dearly for his transgressions. As Heaven Valentino, I would rain down retribution like never before seen.
As we made our way through the chaos, determination burned in my eyes. Nothing would stop me from protecting those under my care. With each step, my resolve hardened, and thoughts of vengeance fueled my every move. Black Eagle had awoken a fierce storm within me, and he would soon witness its full fury.
3rd Person's POV
As Heaven and her hybrids dashed towards the car, Jungkook's consciousness flickered on and off like a faulty light bulb.
With the group securely inside, the engine roared to life as the vehicle sped off.
Heaven wasted no time in taking charge, her voice firm but filled with concern. "Take us to my uncle's hybrid center right now," she directed the driver.
As they raced through the streets, Heaven began delegating tasks to her hybrids, "Namjoon, keep pressure on his wound, but don't press too hard. Jimin, pass me the rag from the door pockets. Jin, give me the water bottle," she instructed briskly.
The urgency in her voice was matched by the swift actions of her hybrids, each stepping up without hesitation. Namjoon applied pressure to Jungkook's wound, Jimin handed over the rag, and Jin passed her the water bottle.
Heaven soaked the rag in water and gently wiped Jungkook's forehead, soothing away the beads of sweat that had gathered there. The hybrids observed in silence, their hearts swelling with admiration for their owner’s unwavering care for their injured brother.
Once she had cleaned his face, Heaven tenderly cradled Jungkook's head in her lap, her fingers running through his hair in a soothing gesture. A melody escaped her lips, a soft and sweet tune that seemed to lull the tense atmosphere in the car.
The hybrids watched on, captivated by the scene unfolding before them. In that moment, a unique bond formed between them, and bound them together in a shared concern for Jungkook's well-being.
As the car raced towards their destination, the silence was broken only by the hum of the engine and the gentle melody that Heaven continued to hum.
~3 Hours Later~
As they entered the bustling hybrid facility, the strong scent of antiseptic hit their nostrils, mixed with the lingering odor of fur and earth. The guard, recognizing Heaven, rushed over in concern, his eyes widening at the sight of her blood-stained clothes.
"Heaven, what brings you here- oh my goodness, what happened to you?" he exclaimed in shock, his wrinkled face contorted with worry.
With a sense of urgency, Heaven wasted no time in issuing commands to the older man.
"Ellie, quick! Get the nurses. My Hybrid, Jungkook, has been shot. We need medical help right away!" Her voice was firm and unwavering, a sense of panic peeking through her composed facade.
Ellie, though slightly confused, nodded and darted off to fetch the necessary help. Within moments, a team of nurses came rushing out of the building, a stretcher in tow, their faces etched with concern and readiness.
As they attempted to lift Jungkook onto the stretcher, low growls reverberated through the air, emanating from the other hybrids present. Tension hung thick in the space, the boys wary of unfamiliar hands approaching their injured packmate.
"Calm down, it's okay. They are here to help Jungkook," Heaven spoke soothingly, trying to reassure the agitated hybrids.
"You can trust them, trust me." Her voice carried a sense of authority and compassion, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them.
Reluctantly, the other hybrids stood down, allowing the nurses to carefully lift Jungkook onto the stretcher and transport him inside the facility for medical attention. Heaven gestured for the group to follow, a silent invitation into the heart of the hybrid facility where secrets and healing intertwined.
Inside, the sterile corridors echoed with the hushed footsteps of hybrids and humans alike. The nurses swiftly wheeled Jungkook into a designated medical bay, taking charge of his care with practiced efficiency. Heaven stood by his side, her gaze unwavering as she watched over him with fierce protectiveness.
The rest of the group hovered anxiously, their expressions a mix of worry and anticipation. They had entered a world unknown to them, a place where hybrid lives hung in delicate balance, and healing was a delicate dance between trust and time.
Hoseok's POV
The tension in the air is thick, suffocating almost, making my chest feel heavy as we wait outside the emergency room. It feels like time has slowed down to a crawl, each minute dragging on forever.
I can't help but worry about Jungkook, my baby brother, even though he's not so little anymore. He's always been the baby of the group, and even though he's strong and capable, that protective instinct in me kicks in every time he's in trouble.
I glance around at the others, my friends who are just as anxious and afraid as I am. Heaven, our new owner, looks particularly shaken. She's been nothing but kind and caring since she bought us, and seeing her so distressed breaks my heart.
Her usual comforting scent of lavender and baby powder has turned bitter, a stark contrast to her usual calming presence. It's like a storm brewing inside her, and I can feel the tension radiating off her.
As I move closer to her, I can see the pain in her eyes, the unshed tears threatening to spill over. She's trying to be strong, to hold it all together, but I can see the cracks in her facade.
I reach out a hand to her shoulder, offering what little comfort I can. She startles at my touch, her eyes locking onto mine, searching for something. I know what she's looking for – reassurance, hope that everything will be okay.
I meet her gaze, trying to convey my silent support. I want her to know that we're all in this together, that we'll get through this as a team. Jungkook will be okay, we'll make sure of it.
As I knelt before her, gently caressing her cheeks, I couldn't help but get lost in the depths of her mesmerizing ocean blue-green eyes that seemed to have darkened with worry, giving them a grey hue.
"Everything will be okay, Jungkook will be fine. He's strong, you know that. Nothing bad can happen to him," I whispered, trying to reassure her in the midst of her distress.
Her defenses crumbled, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably, seeking solace in my embrace. It caught me off guard for a moment, but I quickly gathered myself and enveloped her in a warm hug, holding her close to me.
Her body shook with the intensity of her sobs, all the emotions she had been holding back now pouring out like a dam breaking.
"You're okay, you're fine. He's fine. We're all fine," I murmured, trying to provide whatever comfort I could as she clung to me tightly.
In that moment, something shifted within me. A fierce protectiveness welled up, a determination to shield her from any harm and to fiercely guard her against any threat.
I couldn't stand to see tears in her eyes, the thought alone unbearable. We stayed embraced for what felt like forever, and I noticed her eventually calming down, her breathing evening out as she drifted off to sleep.
My heart ached seeing her so drained. Carefully, I lifted her in my arms, settling her on my lap as she stirred in protest at the movement. I gently made her straddle me, allowing her to nuzzle into my chest for comfort.
A soft kiss on her forehead, and a soothing stroke of her hair seemed to bring her a sense of peace, her sigh of contentment echoing in the room.
"I'll protect you with everything I have, even if it means losing my life," I vowed silently, a fierce determination settling within me.
Seokjin POV
I couldn't help but let out a relieved smile as I gazed at the sight of Hobi and Heaven snuggled up together. The night had been beyond exhausting for all of us, especially with Jungkook's health hanging in the balance. The ominous silence from the doctor was suffocating, leaving us all on edge.
Leaning against the wall, lost in my thoughts, the sudden change of the emergency room's red light to green jolted me back to attention. Without skipping a beat, I straightened up and made my way towards the approaching doctor, with everyone else gathering around me in anticipation.
My heart pounding, I managed to voice my concern, “Doctor, how is my brother doing?” The tension in the air was palpable as we awaited his response.
The doctor's warm smile instantly put me at ease as he began to speak,
“He is fine. Everything went smoothly. The bullet penetrates deep, but fortunately not deep enough to cause any internal damage that could have been life-threatening. Your quick thinking of applying pressure to the wound helped tremendously in preventing excessive bleeding.” His reassuring words washed over us like a soothing balm.
As he continued, my fears started to dissipate, “Although he did lose some blood, we had blood donors ready for an immediate transfusion. We've administered antibiotics to ease any discomfort, and he should regain consciousness either later tonight or early tomorrow morning. There's no need to worry, your brother is out of danger now.” His explanation was like music to my ears, and I felt a massive weight lift off my shoulders.
A collective sigh of relief swept through all of us, the tension releasing like a taut rubber band snapping back to normal. Knowing that Jungkook was going to be okay was the greatest news we could have hoped for after such a harrowing night. Gratefulness flooded my heart, and I felt a surge of emotions knowing that my brother was safe and on the road to recovery.
It was a nerve-wracking moment when the doctor allowed us to see Jungkook, one at a time. He emphasized not to disturb the patient before gracefully excusing himself from the room. We thanked him wholeheartedly as he left to attend to his other duties.
As we stood there, pondering who should go in first to visit Jungkook, Hobi was the one to break the silence. He suggested that Heaven should be the first one to go in, which we all readily agreed upon. After all, it was because of her quick thinking and actions that Jungkook was still with us today.
The thought of almost losing Jungkook sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the outcome. I gestured to Hobi to wake up Heaven and share the good news with her. The relief and joy that washed over us in that moment were indescribable.
Heaven's POV
I felt someone lightly shake me, disrupting my peaceful slumber. Groggily, I opened my eyes and was met with the sight of Hobi peering down at me with a huge grin plastered across his face. Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to shake off the remnants of sleep.
“Heaven sweetie, we have good news,” Hobi chirped, his eyes twinkling with excitement. My mind struggled to catch up as I processed his words. Slowly, the pieces from the events of the previous night started to click into place, sending a surge of adrenaline through my veins.
Realization dawned on me, and I bolted upright, disentangling myself from Hobi's embrace as thoughts of Jungkook flooded my mind. Panic gripped my heart as I frantically scanned the room, searching for any sign of my beloved Panther hybrid.
“Where is Jungkook? Is he okay?” I demanded, my voice shaking with fear and urgency. The room fell silent, the air heavy with unspoken words as my mind raced with a million possibilities. My breaths came in short, ragged gasps as I awaited their response.
“Heaven, calm down,” Jin's voice broke through the tense atmosphere, his eyes filled with understanding and reassurance. “Jungkook is safe and sound, resting peacefully. You can go see him now; I'm sure he'll want to see you when he wakes up.”
Relief washed over me in a tidal wave, yet a sliver of doubt lingered in the back of my mind. Could it truly be that Jungkook was unharmed, that my worst fears had not come to pass? With trembling limbs, I allowed Jin to guide me towards Jungkook's room, my heart thudding in my chest with every step.
Stepping into the room, I beheld the sight of my Panther hybrid lying in the hospital bed, his features relaxed in slumber. The worry lines that had etched themselves onto my face softened at the sight of Jungkook's peaceful expression, a calmness settling over me at last.
Striding towards his bedside, I reached out a hand to brush a lock of hair away from his forehead, my gaze never leaving his serene face.
In that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in a bubble of tranquility. Jungkook's steady breathing filled the room, a soothing lullaby to my anxious soul. I watched over him, a silent guardian, grateful beyond words that he was safe and sound.
I carefully moved closer and settled on the stool next to his bed, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his sleeping face. Gently brushing his hair with my fingers, I tried not to disturb his peaceful rest.
"You really scared me earlier, you know," I admitted, a nervous laugh escaping my lips.
"When you started drifting in and out of consciousness, I was terrified. I held on to the hope that you would wake up, that you would demand more food, or ask for cuddles, or want to play games, or even just complain about the other guys bothering you, anything to let me know you were okay."
Tears welled up in my eyes as I poured my heart out to him, even though he couldn't hear me.
"Don't ever do something like that again," I scolded softly, the tears now flowing freely.
"I know why you got shot, you know. You jumped in front of me to protect me. That bullet wasn't meant for you, it was meant for me. But you took it without a second thought. You had no reason to do that. What if something had happened to you? I could never forgive myself if anything happened to you." My grip on his hand tightened as I confessed my fears to the unconscious Jungkook.
"It's amazing how quickly you and the guys have become so important to me in such a short amount of time," I continued, my voice breaking with emotion.
"I'd do anything to keep you all safe, to give you the happiness and security you all deserve." Leaning closer to him, I let a solitary tear trace its path down my cheek, the weight of my feelings almost too much to bear.
Suddenly, I felt his hand squeeze mine, and my heart leaped as I turned to look at him. His eyes were open, tears glistening in them as he offered me a warm, grateful smile.
"Thank you for everything, for taking us in, for treating us with love and respect when you had no obligation to," Jungkook's voice, though weak, was filled with sincerity as he raised my hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against my skin.
I was taken aback by his gesture, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions that surged through me. "No, thank you for coming into my life," I whispered, a sense of gratitude and love engulfing me as I met his gaze, knowing that our bond was something truly special.
3rd Person's POV
In Italian, "obliterazione delle anime" sounded like something out of a horror movie, but for Heaven, it was a mantra for revenge.
Everyone knew not to mess with her, but Black Eagle had crossed a line that even her closest friends didn't dare to tread. She had unleashed something dark and primal inside her, fueled by anger and the need for justice.
After that night, Heaven had made sure her hybrids were safe with her uncle before embarking on her mission. She had always been a one-woman army, but this time, she knew she needed backup.
Her mind was consumed with thoughts of retribution, her heart beating with the anticipation of facing off against Black Eagle. The thirst for vengeance was strong, and she was determined to make him pay for the pain he had caused.
As she plotted her next move, Heaven's eyes glinted with a steely resolve. She was ready to unleash her fury and make sure Black Eagle regretted ever crossing her.
~Unknown Location~
It was a dim lit evening, the moon and stars were shining brightly in the sky, casting a magical glow over the landscape. The gentle breeze of the night carried with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers, while the occasional rustle of leaves and chirping of crickets added to the peaceful ambiance.
In the corner of a luxurious balcony, stood a man cloaked in a black silk robe, a glass of whisky in his hand. He leaned casually against the railing, his gaze fixed on the twinkling stars above. A small, dark smirk played on his lips, a sinister gleam in his eyes as he reflected on the events that transpired just three days ago.
Finally, after years of relentless pursuit, he had uncovered the weakness of Heaven Valentino, the elusive ice queen.
The satisfaction that filled him at that moment was unparalleled, knowing that he held the key to dismantling her carefully constructed facade.
His plan was set into motion as he smirked sinisterly, his mind consumed with dark thoughts of revenge and cruelty. He imagined himself inflicting emotional pain on his target before indulging in his twisted desires of physical dominance. The mere idea of breaking someone down, bit by bit, excited him to no end.
“I will make sure to shatter you, inch by inch. I will start with hurting you emotionally, then keep your body for my sinful guilty pleasures over and over again,” he whispered to himself, his voice laced with malice.
The disturbing images played out in his mind, fueling his twisted fantasies and desires. He reveled in the thought of Heaven's suffering, relishing the idea of her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears as he asserted his power over her.
Just as he was lost in his dark musings, a voice suddenly interrupted his reverie, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Why not feed into your fantasies right now?” the voice taunted from behind him, causing him to whirl around in shock.
His eyes widened in surprise as he beheld the unexpected intruder standing before him, a smirk playing on their lips. The sudden appearance of this person caught him off guard, leaving him speechless and bewildered.
“W-what, how did you get here?” he stammered, his composure wavering in the face of this unforeseen encounter.
The person before him adopted an air of faux sadness, her expression a mask of innocence that belied a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
“Aren't you happy to see me?” She pouted playfully, teasing him with her cryptic words.
Frustration and confusion simmered within him as he struggled to make sense of the situation. His anger flared at the perceived intrusion, demanding answers from the enigmatic figure who had disrupted his twisted reverie.
“Answer my question, woman!” he barked, his voice tinged with vexation and impatience.
Heaven stood before him, unperturbed by his outburst, reveling in the power play that unfolded between them.
“Oh, that was easy. For someone who has the best team, you undeniably do trust your men an awful lot not to betray you,” She taunted, her words laced with sardonic amusement as she closed the distance between them.
His brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to decipher the cryptic remarks of his unexpected visitor. The insinuation of betrayal among his trusted allies struck a nerve, stirring doubt and suspicion within him.
“What are you talking about?” he demanded, his scowl deepening as he sought clarity amidst the shadowy web of intrigue that surrounded them.
His question was met with a knowing smirk from Heaven, her gaze locking with his in a silent challenge. She seemed to take pleasure in pulling back the veils of deception, reveling in the subtle dance of power and revelation that unfolded between them.
“Aww, you poor thing, did you really think I wouldn't be able to find you? Your men are not as smart nor trained as I thought they were. Just a little cock tease, and they'd be at my mercy,” she teased, her tone dripping with sarcasm and mockery.
His eyes widened in realization as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, painting a clearer picture of the intricate game that had been played against him. The revelation of his men's vulnerability to manipulation and deceit left him seething with anger and frustration.
“You bloody whore! Just because you have the name of a Saint doesn't make you less of a vile woman. You're right, my men are stupid for thinking with their cocks and not their heads. That is why they will be killed,” he seethed, his anger boiling over as he lashed out in a fit of rage.
His threats fell on deaf ears as she remained unruffled, her demeanor cool and composed in the face of his outburst. She relished in the confrontation, reveling in the power dynamics that played out between them.
“Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you wanted to use me for your 'sinful guilty satisfaction,' where I would scream and beg for mercy,” Heaven taunted, her voice dripping with irony and disdain as she closed the distance between them.
As Heaven moved closer, her proximity sparking an electric tension between them,
“Black Eagle— or should I say Kim Min-Soo,” Heaven revealed his true identity with a smirk, exposing the mask of anonymity he had hidden behind.
The revelation landed like a blow, leaving him reeling as the implications of his true identity being laid bare sank in.
The realization that his carefully constructed facade had been pierced sent a chill down his spine, exposing him to the vulnerability and consequences of his deceit.
“Your plan of acting like some meek little bellboy to get to me was actually pretty clever. Knowing I didn't know of your true identity, coming to personally hand me the invitation with a mask so that I wouldn't know who you are, wow, genius,” Heaven mocked, her words cutting through his defenses with surgical precision.
The power dynamics shifted, with him now standing on shaky ground as Heaven turned the tables on him with a mix of mockery and sardonic amusement.
As he stood face to face with Heaven, the illusion of control and dominance that he had so carefully cultivated crumbled around him, leaving him at the mercy of a force far more formidable than he had anticipated.
In that moment, he realized that his carefully constructed facade had been nothing but a house of cards, ready to collapse at the slightest breath of truth and revelation.
Min-Soo's blood boiled as he gripped her fragile neck between his fingers, her body pressed tightly against his own. The mixture of rage and excitement coursed through him as he spoke, his words laced with a sinister tone.
“Well, well, well, I must say, you get points for managing to track me down. But a delicate flower like you shouldn't be wandering the streets alone. What if some unsavory characters got their hands on you and ruined that precious little cunt of yours, huh, sweetheart?” His words dripped with malice, his breath reeking of alcohol as it washed over her face, making her recoil in disgust.
But she didn't show an ounce of fear as she calmly retorted, her hand teasingly tracing patterns on his bare chest, eliciting a deep growl from him as he clutched her waist possessively.
“Oh, but it seems you've forgotten one crucial detail," she purred, her touch sending shivers down his spine as she ventured lower to where his desire stirred.
His voice was heavy with desire as he leaned in closer, eager for her next words.
“And what might that be?” he breathed against her ear, the anticipation evident in his voice.
She let out a dark chuckle, her voice dripping with malice as she whispered a phrase in Italian, sending a chill down his spine.
"I'm not just any woman, Sono il tuo nemico dall'inferno," she hissed, her words a promise of vengeance that sent a shiver down his spine.
With a sudden burst of strength, she wrenched his hand from her neck and swiftly delivered a powerful blow to his jaw, sending him reeling. As he stumbled backward, she delivered the final blow, a needle piercing his skin and injecting a potent sedative into his veins.
As he crumpled to the ground, unconscious, she stood tall and victorious, a triumphant smirk gracing her lips as she spoke her final words.
“I swore to myself that I would be the one to end you, and now that promise is fulfilled. Goodnight, babe,” she taunted, before turning and disappearing into the night, leaving behind a defeated enemy in her wake.
WARNING: TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED. ⚠️
~Time Skip~
Min-Soo's POV
I groaned in pain, my face hurt like a bitch as I tried to move, but it felt like my arms and legs were constricted like some straight jacket from a horror movie, huh? It took a moment of confusion before I finally managed to summon the energy to pry my eyes open.
The dim lighting of the room did little to comfort my disorientation, and as my vision adjusted to the surroundings, I realized my body was tied to a chair in the center of the room.
"What the actual fuc-" I started to mutter under my breath before a nauseating voice cut through the silence, causing my heart to skip a beat. The figure emerged from the shadows, her presence sending shivers down my spine.
"Oh, you're awake," she greeted me with a sickly sweet tone that made my skin crawl.
"You think tying me up will stop me?" I scoffed, trying to regain some semblance of bravado in the face of the unknown threat before me. But deep down, I knew I was in deep trouble.
"Oh, don't worry sweetie, I was only making sure you were comfy and rested for what's to come," she replied, her voice laced with a twisted sense of glee that sent chills down my spine.
As if on cue, the room suddenly brightened as additional bulbs illuminated the space, almost blinding me in the process.
My eyes darted around the room, and that's when I saw it - a fresh human dick was nailed to the wall, a macabre display of grotesque art that made bile rise in my throat.
And then, I looked down and horror gripped me like a vice - my own manhood was missing!
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and the pain that surged through my body felt like a thousand fiery needles piercing my skin. I wanted to scream, to escape this nightmare, but all that escaped my lips was a guttural cry of agony as the adrenaline that once fueled my defiance started to wear off.
"Awe, do you not like my newest piece for my art collection?" she taunted, her voice dripping with malicious amusement at my suffering.
The pain between my legs was unbearable, and I tried to wriggle free from my restraints, but it was as if I was trapped in a nightmare with no end in sight
She approached me with a leisurely pace, reveling in my anguish as she reached out to touch my wet cheeks, her touch feeling like a cold reminder of the hellish reality I found myself in.
I could do nothing but let her, my body numb and my spirit shattered by the sheer cruelty of the situation. The realization that I was at the mercy of a deranged individual hit me like a ton of bricks, and I knew that I was about to endure horrors beyond my wildest nightmares.
3rd Person's POV
As she stood there with an evil smirk playing on her lips, she looked positively diabolic, as if she had been possessed by the devil himself. The glint in her eyes sent shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to cross her path.
"Don't worry, I won't leave you open like this," she spoke with a chilling calmness in her voice. "Luckily, I'm a fashion designer, which means my stitch work is fantastic. I assure you, you'll be good as new."
She expertly donned her gloves and prepared a sterilized needle and thread, her movements precise and calculated.
"I'm going to have to warn you, this will hurt," she continued, a malevolent smile playing on her lips. "But just a little. You'll barely feel anything."
Despite his desperate pleas and frantic begging, she paid no heed. With a swift motion, the needle pierced through the meaty, chunky flesh, causing him to scream out in excruciating pain.
Her laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls as she continued her work as though she was on a mission from beyond. She sewed and sewed, the needle dancing in her skilled hands, the thread weaving a grotesque pattern on his skin.
She seemed unperturbed by his ear-deafening exclamations, her focus solely on her gruesome task at hand.
"Yikes, my hands are all bloody," she remarked casually, as though she was discussing the weather. "Just give me a moment to clean myself up."
Leaving him writhing in agony on the chair, she disappeared momentarily, leaving behind a trail of terror and despair. Min-Soo lay there, on the brink of losing consciousness, his body racked with intense pain that threatened to consume him whole.
When she returned, a sickening glee danced in her eyes, her smile as wide as the Cheshire cat's, but devoid of any semblance of human emotion.
"Now, for the last fun part," she declared, her voice dripping with faux empathy. "You'll enjoy it, as you won't have to suffer much. I'm not heartless, you know."
She brought a tool box and placed it on the table beside him. The metal clinks of the tools against each other echoed through the room, creating an unsettling atmosphere. Each item in the toolbox seemed to hold a sinister purpose, sending shivers down his spine.
“I'm sure you learnt how to dissect a frog in middle school, and the fascination you'd get after is great, that's why I'm going to do the same to you,” Heaven Valentino's voice dripped with malice, her words cutting through the air like a sharp blade.
Min-Soo's eyes popped out as he heard the disturbing words leave her mouth. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and a wave of fear washed over him like a chilling breeze.
In his thirty years of life, he has never heard someone sound so diabolical, much less expect that from a woman as fragile looking as Heaven Valentino.
It was as if a dark shadow had consumed her, twisting her innocent appearance into something malevolent and pure evil.
It's like the woman had given control to her inner demons.
She gripped the knife and sliced along his chest from top to bottom. The searing pain shot through Min-Soo's body, making his every nerve scream in agony. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, intensifying the terror swirling within him.
The man wailed, the pain unendurable. His voice filled the room, a symphony of suffering that seemed to go unheard by anyone beyond the four walls enclosing them.
“Just kill me please, kill me already, I beg you!” He cried out, his voice hoarse and desperate. Tears welled up in his eyes, a mixture of pain and fear clouding his vision.
"Gladly," Heaven's smile dropped, revealing a cold and distant expression that sent chills down his spine. The glint in her eyes spoke of a darkness within her that he could never have imagined.
The ambiance belched something deadly like a forbidden entity as she slowly but deeply pierced the razor sharp knife into his chest, plunging through him. A gut-wrenching sound filled the room as the blade tore through flesh and bone, sealing his fate.
His eyes were shot open, a tear trickled down his face, an inaudible cry left his mouth. And his chest heaved his last breath. The room fell silent, the oppressive weight of death lingering in the air as Black Eagle's life slipped away, leaving behind only emptiness and sorrow.
END OF TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️
Taehyung's POV
It's been quite some time since we've had any contact with Heaven. She left us at her uncle's hybrid facility and assured us that she would return soon to bring us back. I can't help but worry about her safety, what if something happened to her and we have no way of knowing?
I really hope she's okay and will be back with us soon.
Jungkook is recovering quickly, thanks to the amazing healing abilities of hybrids. He's been asking about Heaven, just like the rest of us, but none of us have any solid information to give him. We are all in the dark about her whereabouts and well-being.
I decided to visit Jungkook in his room to play some games with him. Dante, Heaven's uncle, has been incredibly kind and caring towards us. He provided us with our own comfortable rooms filled with everything we could possibly need. Dante always checks in on us and asks if there's anything we require.
When Jungkook asked for games, Dante went above and beyond by getting him a whole PlayStation set. We had no idea how to use it initially, but Dante patiently taught us the ropes. Ever since then, we've been hooked on gaming, especially Jungkook. It's been a great way to keep our minds occupied and pass the time while we wait for Heaven's return.
As I strolled along the hallway of the familiar facility, my senses suddenly came alive as the fragrant smell of lavender and baby powder danced around me. It was a scent I knew all too well, one that was both addictive and comforting.
Without hesitation, I followed the alluring trail which eventually led me to the reception area where she stood.
Her presence never failed to captivate me. With a gracefulness that seemed to defy all logic, she turned towards me. Our eyes met, and in that singular moment, everything else faded away. It was as though the world had stopped spinning, leaving only her in my line of sight.
"Kitty," her voice called out, filled with warmth and affection. Her arms opened wide, beckoning me closer.
I didn't need a second invitation. With a rush of emotions, I closed the distance between us and enveloped her in a tight embrace, lifting her delicate frame off the ground.
The scent of lavender and baby powder enveloped me, triggering a flood of memories and emotions that threatened to overwhelm me.
The tears came unexpectedly, spilling down my cheeks as I clung to her. With gentle hands, she brushed away my tears, her tender kisses leaving a trail of comfort on my skin. Her smile, so familiar and yet so enchanting, melted any lingering doubts or fears in my heart.
"I missed you so much, kitty," her voice, like a soothing melody, whispered in my ear as we remained entwined in each other's arms. The world seemed to shrink to just the two of us, cocooned in a bubble of shared emotion and unspoken words.
But reality soon intruded, reminding me that others were waiting for her return. Guilt tugged at my heart, knowing that I had monopolized her attention for too long. The rest of the guys, especially Jungkook, must be eager to reunite with her as well.
"Heaven, the other guys have been longing to see you, especially Jungkook. He's been asking about you nonstop, almost to the point of obsession," I confessed with a chuckle, breaking the momentary silence between us.
Without missing a beat, she smiled playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well then, what are we waiting for? Lead the way to my other babies," she declared, her command swathed in a layer of undeniable cuteness that never failed to charm me.
Reluctantly, I released her from my embrace and took her hand in mine, the size difference between our hands a poignant reminder of our bond.
As I guided her towards the waiting group of friends, a sense of contentment washed over me, knowing that she was finally back where she belonged.
With us.
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Hey there, lovely readers!
I just had to dive into the depths of darkness for this chapter, and let me tell you, it was like navigating through a pitch-black tunnel.
Writing it made me feel all kinds of emotions, and I hope you're all doing ok after reading it. But hey, at least Heaven finally got her sweet dose of revenge, right? Justice served!
I'm dying to know - what did you think of this chapter? My personal favorite part to write was the lovely little scene between Hobi and Heaven. It was just so heartwarming and adorable, it made my heart do a little twirl.
And oh my gosh, can we talk about Heaven's interactions with Taehyung? Literally the cutest thing ever, right? It's moments like those that make me fall in love with writing all over again. 💞
Thank you a million times for taking the time to read the chapter, and please, pretty please, don't forget to hit that vote button and drop a comment sharing your thoughts. Your feedback means the world to me and keeps my writing engine running. Plus, it's always so much fun to hear what you think!
Sending you all loads of love and virtual hugs! 🤗
With all my love and overflowing gratitude,
Your favorite AUTHOR-NIM 😁💞
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CANVAS WHISPERS | JJK (teaser) (18+)
paring: jungkook x f!reader, artist jungkook x art student, sadist dom x little sub
genre: dark romance, angst, smut, enemies to lovers, age gap, happy ending (like after innumerable problems)
story content warnings: cursing; smut and mature contents (actually a lot, so be ready *naughty look*); dirty talks; she has a lot of kinks, she's called "little girl" but I have the impression that with a certain kink of degradation of hers she could also be called in other ways; both junkgkook and y/n have traumatic pasts; there'll be mention of panic attacks and depression, as well as the use of sedatives; both don't know love and will learn together what it means to be warmed by each other's human warmth, but first they will hate each other lol.
summery: an art college student and a man met in a museum. he's an artist, she hates his art. he's caos, she's armony. she's scared of the world, he will make her discover it thorugh his art. she keep a diary with all her most forbidden desires, he will read all of them and satisfy each craving of her. unfortunately, this artist does not know kindness; his mind is corrupted by sadistic thoughts that hardly suit a sensitive girl like Y/n, who will soon realize his true nature.
a/n: I'm really happy to finally publish my story. please forgive possible mistakes, english isn't my first language but i will try my best. i ask you to tell me what you think of this teaser, if you have ideas of how the story could be developed according to your own point of view. also, at each chapter i would be glad to hear your ideas about the story and, why not, suggestions that could help me in its development. I thank you immensely @cherryxkush for your valuable work and creativity in producing the fanfiction cover. show her love and support following her!
another note: I will post one chapter at a time every friday, if I have any problems I will let you know.
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Seoul. Art exhibitions. An intense smell of paint.
This is what, ostensibly, Yun Y/n lived. 21 years old and an innate critical sense, Y/n studied at the prestigious art collage of Seoul. She had been living alone in a small apartment near her collage for quite some time.
She decided to leave her city, Busan, because of her parents, who were too strict and oppressive, in pursuit of her dream of becoming an artist.
However, their strictness led Y/n to close herself off, to act according to a certain pattern. This severity clouded Y/n's creativity: at the collage, she tried in every way to excel in all subjects but ended up failing when it came to painting and, consequently, expressing herself.
Y/n certainly didn't excel in popularity either; in fact, she found herself alone very often. That's why she always carried her secret diary with her. There, until a few years ago, she wrote about her fears, how much her parents scared her, or how how terrifying it was to deal with the world alone. Only in her diary could she be herself.
Things began to change when, one day, Y/n overheard a conversation between two students in the girls' bathroom during the break between classes. They were talking about masturbation, how a certain guy had made one of them reach her climax, and the orgasm he had induced to her.
All this was new to Y/n, and those topics had always been taboo in her house. Even after leaving home, she was afraid to explore her body, to let someone touch her like that, to make her feel pleasure. Y/n had no idea what it meant... so, given that she was a virgin, yet she had to start somewhere.
So she began to touch herself and discover unfamiliar sensations. Every time Y/n reached her climax, her mind was clouded: imagination wandered endlessly, from warm breaths against her neck to a pair of hands that choked her as their owner penetrated her mercilessly.
In her mind, sexual scenarios began to take shape where she was dominated, tied, blindfolded, and Y/n couldn't help but satiate those fantasies as best as she could, whether it was through clitoral stimulation, fingering or with a vibrator. This mattered little: she just needed to find out how much pleasure she was allowed to feel or how long her body could hold such a sensation without bursting into a little cry of pure pleasure. However, it was essential to jot down everything in that diary, which now didn't conceal fears anymore, but her darkest and most forbidden desires.
Of course, she needed someone to help her make them come true. The only problem was that she kept away every guy who tried to get close at her. Or perhaps, she will let get close the one man who she shouldn't have?
Jeon Jungkook, a man whom she would have first described as a "cursed artist": a twisted man with a dark past, childhood traumas, trying to make his way in the artistic world amidst numerous problems and criticisms.
His art was contradictory, obscene, and obscure – everything Yn was not accustomed to.
That man, whom, in her eyes, was nothing but a misunderstood madman, was incapable of making sense of his art. A man who, unlike her, lived by his instincts, fed off of them, and created chaos around him. Chaos that Yn madly hated.
The same madness that every night led her to imagine the many ways in which she would like to be caressed, tasted, touched, kissed, licked, fucked, and then cry with pleasure, over and over again. But remember, she hated that madness!
Yet...
Uhhh I’ve been rly into people who are sort of quiet, nerdy, very put together very calm and caring. And then they turn out to also be the most relentless, merciless, sadistic doms on the planet. Smile at me in your stupid ass sweater vest and tell me about the book you are reading. And then fuck me on the floor while cutting off my air supply because you like to feel me thrash and hear me get desperate. Kiss the tears off my cheek when you make me cry and bury your teeth in my shoulder. Then clean me up and go back to talking about your research interests. You guys know what I’m saying. Do you share my vision
I have returned with yet another vamp story! The vamp in this one is different than the ones in the other two stories I’ve posted. And tbh, I like this kind the most :). He’s lowhighkey kinda fucked up, but idccc. I love me some creepy murderous vamps! I’m quite happy with how this one turned out, so I hope that ya’ll will enjoy reading it!
Also! Like I said before, this story is quite gory (it’s not majorly detailed or anything, but mentions of blood and gore happen), so please please please check the tags before reading!! :3
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Always mind your own business
I’m walking outside with my group of friends. They had texted me, asking if I wanted to come outside to cause some ruckus.
They occasionally do this, just to fuck with people, I guess. And for the adrenaline. They never fail to kick on that. To be honest, I feel like we’re getting a bit too old for this now. I really didn’t want to come with them, but they showed up at my house almost instantly. So I ended up not having a choice after all.
“Yo, look at that weirdo over there!” the shortest of the group playfully hits my shoulder, clearly trying to get my attention. I follow everyone’s gazes and eventually my eyes fall on the ‘weirdo’ as well. I spot a man, probably around our ages. He’s leaning against a streetlamp, simply watching people from a distance. He appears to be wearing a neat black suit with a white blouse, leather black gloves added to finish the entire look.
“Why is he watching them like such a creep? That’s sus as hell!” another friend says.
“Come on, guys. He’s causing no harm. Leave him alone,” I try to avert their attention from the man, but the shortest doesn’t agree with this move.
“Nah, we’re getting him.” He’s not to be stopped. The rest of the group follows his lead walking towards the stranger. “Fuck,” I sigh, but quickly gain speed to reach them before they start beating the man up.
“Whatcha doing there, creep?” the shortest spits.
The man, who was first lazily gazing at some people walking by, snaps out of his thoughts. “O-Oh, hi everyone. I was j-just getting some fresh air,” he can’t help but stutter, obviously being surprised that five people have suddenly walked up to him.
“Uh-uh sure, ‘just getting some fresh air’. Then why were you standing here creeping on people?” someone else speaks up this time, to my surprise. They’re grouping up on him now.
“Alright, you’ve had enough fun. Let’s go now,” I try to cut them off, but to no avail.
The tallest of the group, who spoke up just now, takes a step towards the man. He intimidatingly hovers over him, while never losing eye contact. “Say something, creep,” he says. The man now realizes that we’re not here to have a nice chat with him. Fear is definitely present on his facial expressions.
“P-Please just leave me alone.”
The group laughs at him.
“You’re pathetic, you know that right?” yet again, it’s someone else in the group that speaks up.
Before I know it, the tallest one raises his fist and plants it on the stranger’s face. He didn’t get hit lightly, his body launches to the hard concrete beneath him.
“Dude!” I grab my friend’s shoulder, wanting to stop him from going any further. However, he shoves my hand away and walks towards the stranger once again.
The man looks up, at the spot where the people he was gazing at before were standing. They seem to have left after hearing the commotion.
“See! He was totally watching them!” the tallest shouts. The one on the ground sighs deeply. “What the fuck are you sighing for, huh?!” I didn’t notice who said that this time.
“You guys should really leave now.” It’s probably not the answer my friend expected, but it’s an answer nonetheless.
I can’t help but feel bad for this man, he never did anything wrong. He actually seems like a very sophisticated individual, just trying to enjoy a peaceful day outside. And we came here to ruin it.
He gets hit once again. And again. And again. Until his nose is severely broken and his face is covered in blood and cuts. Every time he spits, a good amount of blood comes with it as well. And all I could do was watch it happen from the sidelines. Trying to stop them wouldn’t work, I knew that. They would just continue hitting him anyway.
The beat up man chuckles, “Good job, humans. You have managed to piss me off.”
He gets up, to my surprise. Anyone beat up this much would probably stay down for quite some time. But what happens next surprises me to no end.
The deep cuts disappear, and his once broken nose repairs itself, like it was never broken in the first place. “H-Holy shit!” the shortest in the group screams. I apparently wasn’t the only one who noticed it, the entire group stumbles back in astonishment.
“Now, now. I warned you before, didn’t I?” And that he definitely did, but everyone immediately disregarded it.
“First you come to me, obviously distracting me. Then you have the audacity to scare my dinner off. And last, but most certainly not least, you keep hitting me, even though I told you to leave. Now, that’s really on you,” the stranger spits.
Wait. Did my ears deceive me? Did he just say ‘dinner’?
The man takes a step towards the tallest of the group and moves his hand in lightning speed right in front of his bare neck. I feel something splash on my face. I reach to it and take a look at my shivering hand. Dark-red liquid lays on my fingers.
At the same time, a body drops on the floor. I look at my friend, who is now desperately trying to breathe, but resulting in just choking on his own blood. He keeps his hands on his slashed throat, probably wanting to keep the blood in. But soon, he gives up altogether.
He just killed him. What. The. Fuck. “Everyone, run!” My friends have come to their senses and activated their survival mode. They make a run for it, all of them dispersing in a different direction.
“Running won’t get you very far!” the stranger says, while walking up to me. His eyes turn into a ruby red color. “H-How is that even possible?” I speak up. “Don’t speak. Stay here.” He then disappears before my very eyes.
I want to run away. Fast. But I seem to be frozen in place. I can’t move a single muscle. My brain suddenly realizes that the stranger is no man.
The one my friends decided to mess with, is a fucking vampire. It sounds so irrational, but I have no other explanation for what just happened.
It doesn’t take long for him to come back with all three of my friends in his own two hands. Every single on of them severely beat up. He throws them to my feet.
“I must say, your friends are complete assholes. You know that, right?” he asks that with urgency, like he longs for me to say it myself. I want to curse at him so bad, but my lips won’t move an inch. The vampire noticed. “Ah silly me, I forgot that you aren’t allowed to say anything. Hah!” Is he seriously playing games with me right now? Even after he just killed my friend?
“Anyway, that doesn’t matter. You may watch them all die now.” My eyes widen at his statement.
I want to make him stop, but forget about my restrictions of being able to move or talk. The vampire grabs one of my friends and lifts him up.
“No!” I keep screaming it over and over, however not a single word escapes my mouth. It’s all in my head. He smiles at me, pulls my friend’s head back and buries his fangs deep inside his neck. The eye contact between us is never broken while he does this. I can see the life getting drained out of my friend’s body.
Tears well up in my eyes. I can’t believe that this is really happening right now. The dead body drops on the floor.
“Damn. You tasted like shit. Such a shame.” The vampire’s comment sickens me ever so much.
Barely any time passes until he grabs another victim. And another one. All I can do is watch them get killed.
Neck skin getting torn off. Arms being broken. Organs ripped out of their bodies. I closed my eyes at some point, I couldn’t handle the sight anymore. But their agonizing screams will forever ring in my ears.
If I make it out alive, that is.
The vampire seems to be focusing his attention on me now. He confidently takes a few steps towards me.
“What’d you think of that?” The vampire smiles ear to ear.
Killing people means fun to him. He’s enjoying every second of this. I use all of the willpower I have in my body to speak up to him.
“L-Let me g-go, p-please…”
It sounded so loud. Did I actually speak just now? His eyes widen, then a raspy chuckle escapes his mouth. “You dare to break through my mind compulsion? How very brave of you,” he says.
A leather handed fist then hits me in my stomach with great force. I, to my surprise, bend over in pain. My body is able to move! I try to move my legs as well, but they don’t move at all. Running is still not an option.
I can’t help but cough up the blood that has gathered in my mouth. It splatters everywhere. The vampire looks down at his clothing.
“Now look what you have done. You made my suit all messy,” he sarcastically says, like his suit didn’t go through hell and back while ripping my friends into pieces. “I must say, in all my days I haven’t met a single human that managed to break through my compulsion. That makes you, my dear friend, very special.”
The vampire takes an observing look at me. Like he’s trying to figure out how I did it.“Anyway, it’s time for your punishment now.”
Tears roll down my cheek. How did it all get to this point… “What? You didn’t think that you’d get away with this, did you? You didn’t care to intervene when poor me was getting beat up. You deserve this, too,” the vampire pouts.
I don’t know what I was expecting, to be honest. I was just hoping that today wasn’t the day I died to the hands, or rather fangs, of a long lost myth.
“You shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up after I said that you’re special. Special people die too, after all,” the vampire chuckles again.
Next thing I know, an immensely strong hand wraps itself around my neck and lifts me up. The air to my lungs is rudely getting cut off. Choking sounds escape my mouth. I notice that I’m able to move my arms now too, so I try to unwrap his fingers around my neck. But he’s simply just way too strong. “I like seeing you fight for your life. It’s a lovely sight.”
The veins underneath his eyes pop out like crazy and his eyes turn deep red once more. This is probably an indication that he’s definitely enjoying this. “You know, I’m still going easy on you. I could’ve broken your neck, better yet, rip it off your body entirely. Or broken your legs and compelled you to run. I’m being extra generous today, don’t you think?” Sarcasm is present in his words again. I look deep into my killer’s eyes, hoping that he will remember my face for the rest of his eternity.
I’m getting extremely light headed and nauseous. It’s starting to become white in front of my eyes. “Oh, now is the time you don’t want to speak?” the vampire says.
“F-Fuck y-you.” I can’t breathe, but at least I can still utter my last words. He smiles at me sadistically and tightens the grip around my neck even more. My throat and lungs are burning up. My head hurts. I’m going to die soon, I can feel it. My hands stop struggling. My body grows limp. White is taking up my entire vision now. I take one last look at the shadow of the inhuman creature holding its strong hands around me.
“You should have minded your own business.”
I like seeing people cry for some reason
Also I like writing yandere stories so you’ll see yandere stories but not if my characters but of “reader x yandere” that type of stuff:)
Seriously though, I love this! This is probably how my OC's would feel if they could talk to me, thinking that I actually have a story when really I just want to see them hurt a bit.
OC: "Hey so um, I've been through a lot of pain and trauma already, when is the plot going to move more towards the story?"
Me: "Oh... you thought there was more to this story? Hate to break it to you, but you're in for the long haul buddy. I haven't decided if this is Hurt/Comfort or No Comfort yet."
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"You're w-wasting your time, Whumper," Whumpee said, looking straight into Whumper's eyes. Their breath was erratic. "I don't know anything a-about it."
Whumper smiled, gently touching their hand to Whumpee's bruised cheek. "You think I'm doing this for information, huh?"
