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happy death day III
A/N: Purge night.
-SKZ x reader, 18+.
mature content, violence etc. its the purge. skz lowkey yandere. descriptions of violence and injury. knives, waterboarding, slight whipping and you piss yourself :)
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previously on happy death day:
“I’ll stop when I feel like it. So shut your dumb mouth and remind yourself of how desperate your poor daddy was for us to not hurt you. Good thing we didn’t hm? Now we’re your daddies.”, his lips brushed your ear as you trembled, Felix’s small hand rubbing your leg in what would be a comforting motion if the smirk he wore wasn’t something of nightmares.
Your head shook violently from left to right, hair flying in all directions until Minho grabbed a handful, stopping your motions with that same harsh grip. Your scalp stung, eyes closing tightly as he tugged your head forward before he let go, the restraints digging into your arms as you fell forwards with the motion. He scoffed a laugh at you, sitting down just off center in a chair across from you.
“Go ahead, Lixie. She’s waiting for you so patiently~”
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Felix stood from his chair with a huff, the taller of your chasers sitting in the chair in replacement of him.
“Our Lixie here is our knife master. You like knives don’t you? I mean look at that pretty block of them sitting out in the open for anyone to grab. Those are out just for our Lixie huh?”, his tone irked you, the way he talked to you like a child he was scolding, “I’m sure Lixie appreciates the forethought before we came to play.”
“A normal person has a knife block you asshole! Not everything is meant for you!”
Your outburst sent a deathly silence through them, eyes narrowing and jaws clenching.
Whoosh.
Slap, crack.
Stinging.
You gasped out in pain, eyes shutting as your tears continued, chest now aching.
“I’d watch your mouth if you wanted to be in one piece by the end of the night, doll. Otherwise, keep talking all you’d like! I would love to hurt you more.”
Your eyes peeled open slowly, meeting the very close gaze of Felix who was crouched in front of you, belt in hand. Your mind went blank, his deep voice no longer comforting you as you whimpered, shying away from his intense gaze. He was the last one you would’ve expected to be cruel, his gentle eyes, his pretty freckles and the slight blush to his cheeks every time he talked to you.
“Y-you were the nice one…”, you whined through your words, laughs answering as you hang your head in defeat.
“Oh, pretty. Don’t let his pretty face discount his danger.”, a large hand gripped your jaw, pulling your head up to meet yet another dark gaze, “He’s quite the wildcard. Now behave. I have no qualms about breaking in your dumb little head. You’ll be more obedient that way.”
You shook your head as much you could in his grip, eyes wavering from his to meet Felix’s smirk head-on, the new danger you could sense in him radiating in large waves. It caused you to tremble, arms tugging lightly on your restraints.
“Now now, Minnie, we don’t want her hurting herself for us. Let Lixie have his turn. You’ll get yours after him.”
The man in question grunts, moving back to his chair as Felix saunters forward, a knife opening and folding in his hand smoothly in place of the belt. A butterfly knife, you realized, terrified eyes watching it carefully as he crouched in front of you again. You held eye contact with him when he whistled, the noise making you jump and meet his disarmingly gentle eyes. A small whine pushed out of your throat, hands trembling again behind the chair. A sharp laugh sounded beside you, your eyes snapping toward the sound, every single one a personal danger now.
“She’s afraid of your eyes now, Lix. Isn’t that cute?”, Han was smirking, a small cocky quirk of his pretty lips that had you shifting in your chair as minutely as possible to avoid jarring your leg.
A few chuckles followed, Felix commanding your eyes toward him again with a light tap to your cheek. You quickly realized the knife was nowhere in your line of sight, eyes scanning his person as fast as you could to determine the danger. You were seconds too slow, a sharp sting crossing your cheek before your mind could register his lowering arm. Warmth trickled down your cheek, mixing with the tears and dropping red down your jaw onto your hoodie. You glanced down at the new sensation, a gasped whimper leaving you as you realized he really didn’t care about hurting you.
“Oh I’m sorry!”, Felix’s voice was octaves higher, “I didn’t think that would hurt~”
A brief pout crosses his lips and you shudder slightly, eyes closing as he holds the pretty blue knife to your new cut. You lean away from it, eyes scrunching further as the blade presses into it more, blood slipping from beneath at the added pressure.
“It’s a shame that we know you’re enjoying this, even if you don’t want to~”
You huffed through your nose, eyes focusing on his smattering of freckles to distract yourself. A snap to your left caught your attention, your gaze straying away from the immediate danger in search of the source. Their smiling leader was waving at you happily from where he sat, clearly the distractor. You glared at him, eyebrows furrowing at the strange silence that followed. The new sting on your chest arched your back roughly, the motion tugging your legs and making you cry out. A tsk hit your ear, blue hair tickling your cheek as Felix leaned into your ear, blade pressed tightly to your chest still as you felt the blood soaking the material around it.
“Eyes on me while I’m playing with you. Not him. Ya hear? Always. Me.”, his voice was nothing but a growl as his hand pressed further into your body, blade piercing your skin in a new spot, blood following quickly as he withdrew from you.
You nodded pitifully, eyes wide and teary still as you watched him back away just slightly, hand flipping the blade with a cheerful whistle. Their gazes ran over you, nothing a secret from their eyes as Felix sliced through your hoodie, the fabric now falling in two around your bare torso, both soaked with your blood.
“She looks a little dirty, Lixie. How about we let Binnie clean her up hm? Before Seungmin gets her all messy again.”
Noises of agreement confirmed Minho’s statement, the two in question respectively standing and walking to the sink and the other groaning while he settled further into his chair with an eye roll. The water running sent goosebumps across your skin, eyes watching the stream closely. You couldn’t tell anything from your spot, the noise putting a loud-speaker on your full bladder.
“Hurry it up! I want my turn before she’s too tired out and we have to play while she's out!”
A grunt gave Seungmin his answer, his eyes rolling again as he crossed his arms. Your eyes met his briefly but you broke the contact quickly, the unsettling Joker-like smile on his face putting you further on the edge. Claps followed soon after as the one they called Binnie approached with a large, large bucket of water. You definitely didn’t own such a large bucket, so you knew they brought that with them in anticipation and that made you shrink back further, head shaking from side to side rapidly in a last ditch attempt to stop whatever was about to happen. A scoff caught you off guard as the bucket was set down, your injured leg suddenly out of the uncomfortable position and resting outstretched in front of you. That changed quickly when a pair of hands met your leg with a rough grip, forcing your leg to bend under the chair, your already broken bone pushing out of your skin and meeting the air. The pain had you screaming, arms struggling against the restraints until a sharp slice of Felix’s blade had you stilling.
“Sit still and take it or the next cut kills you.”, the blade pressed threateningly against your neck, his tone steady.
You nodded shortly, eyes cast down to his hand until he moved it to sit on Han’s lap. As everyone focused back on the water wielding man, you failed to notice a missing person until hands slapped down on the chair behind you, hot breath tickling your neck as light kisses were pressed along it. The loud slap made you jump, neck tilting to the side in the motion, allowing the one behind you further access to your sensitive neck. You froze as his lips met your ear, his accent sending your hairs standing on end.
“Hey there, pretty. If you don’t want to drown right now, I suggest you hold your breath~”
Your brain short circuited, lips parting to ask what he meant when your chair was tilted forward sharply. Your senses were flooded by freezing water, your breath being forced from your lungs in bubbles that floated to the surface of the bucket on either side of your head. Muffled voices reached your ears from under the water, the topic of discussion unknown as you struggled to keep the remaining breath you had in your lungs, the task proving difficult as you felt another sharp sting that followed the blade of Felix’s knife on your back. The gasp it caused had you inhaling the cold water, eyes closing at the sting that formed slowly. You heard distant laughter, the conversation clearly not about you as your hands tugged against the intricate knots holding them in place, leg throbbing and body clenching as the water splashed down your chest slightly.
Breath filled your lungs suddenly as your head left the water, your body lurching as you coughed up what water you had inhaled in your submersion. The laughter was directed at you this time, mocking coo’s being sent your way as you kept your head low, re-wetted hair sticking to your face. You shivered violently, small splashes catching your attention. Changbin dropped ice cubes into the water as hot breath hit your neck, small bites being placed along it as you whined, breath stuttering while you caught it still.
“Chan has a thing for marking, expect more than your neck to be covered by 7.”, the flippant comment had you reeling, arms tugging and body thrashing in the chair as they watched silently, the only noises were your harsh breath and the last drops of ice cubes, the occasional flip of Felix’s knife filling in gaps of silence.
You whined and thrashed, blood trickling slowly down your body as one of them huffed in annoyance.
“She’s still covered in blood! We need to clean her better.”, Minho’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard for you as he lifted your hung head, eyes piercing through yours as they watered, ”She needs a much more… full… cleaning.”
You shook your head without even knowing what he meant, already knowing whatever it was was not going to be fun for you in the slightest. Your assumptions were proved right when Changbin lifted the bucket of now iced water above your head with the clearly slight effort of your other chaser, Jeongin. The feeling washed over you moments later, the mind and body numbing cold cascading down your body as you gasped for breath for the millionth time in a span of what felt like seconds.
The blood on your chest and leg flaked off slowly as the water continued to fall from the bucket in a harsh downpour over your head. Your eyes were scrunched closed, lights flashing behind your eyelids as you shivered, losing feeling in your body quickly. Your full bladder laying forgotten until the hot trickle of urine sailed down your leg alongside the water, embarrassment flooding your body in a hot flush despite the cold water, gasping through the feeling until it all stopped. The only indication of what had happened being your soaked body, the pool on your kitchen floor and your frantic gasps.
Slowly but surely as you stopped shivering, a loud clap filled the room. Your eyes slowly opened, finding them all in front of you wearing various expressions of astonishment as a few of them crouched at your legs. You glanced around at them slowly before you focused on the one kneeled in front of you, in the center of their small 4 man circle at your feet. His smirk was nothing short of nightmare fuel as his hands traced lines up and down your trembling thighs, eyes primal as he held your gaze.
“Let’s see what else I can make you do. It’s my turn now. And you have nowhere to go. Not until Jinnie has his turn with you. Then you’re fucked. Royally fucked. Just you wait.”, he ended with a laugh at your expense, the gesture common from them at this point as he held his hand out to the side for his choice of torture.
Your eyes focused on the item slowly, the lighter and candle being placed in his hand sending you into a frenzy. Your hands tugged against your restraints again, your uninjured leg kicked out as much as it could and your torso twisted uncomfortably. Your mistake. The burn on your stomach had you shouting, back curving and head dropping onto Chan’s toned stomach as you whined at the residual burn.
“Tsk tsk. I thought I told you to hold still, doll.”, his thumb flicked the lighter wheel, “Let’s see where your disobedience got you~”
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ELABORATE ON THE PM DAZAI WATER BOARDING THING IMMEDIATELY (respectively 😞)
TW- Waterboarding, Psychological Abuse, Verbal Threats
It was a punishment, the first time he did it. Now, usually when he punished you, it was usually a beating on a spanking maybe, but PM!Dazai is an experimentalist at heart when it comes to torture. He had dragged you to a cold, damp room. Completely empty except for an adjustable table with a board strapped to it. The screaming and thrashing was instant as he held you to his chest and dragged you to the table, the swinging of your arms useless as he fisted your hair and moved you to the table. The black straps used too hold you down were tight as the leather dug into your skin, he had adjusted the table down so that your head was close to the ground before his hand grabbed ahold of the white cloth. His hands playing with it as he hummed moving about as he then placed the rag in your mouth. Your mouth being forced open as the rag was being forcefully stuffed into your mouth, all you could see were those empty eyes, as you heard him pick up something heavy sounding, the clinking of the object on the concreate floor let you know that, that something was metal. Your body fully tensing before going into shock as you felt the unexpected cold water pour onto your face and your sense were overcome by the liquid getting into your nose and leaking down your face, the water getting into your ears as everything soon sounded muffled, the moisture soaking your top half as your eyes reactively shut close, being almost drenched by the time he let up and pulled the metal object back. Sitting the bucket on the floor, you felt his coat brush against your cheek, before your eyes steadily opened, careful too not get water into them, only too find him looming down at you when your vision became clear again from repeated blinking away the blurriness the water once left. His eyes were no longer a soft chestnut, but instead an eerie crimson, the light completely gone as his palms sat flat on his thighs, his hair almost shielding the none-bandaged eye. His bandaged left-hand pushing at the wet strands of your face as they clumped together in a sopping mess.
"I'm gonna do this again and again. Every single time you misbehave, you'll be laid on this table... maybe then you'll learn that I don't tolerate such insolence."
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Try, Try Again
Augusnippets day 7: waterboarding | drowning | choking
Word count: 498
Trigger warnings: child abuse, depictions of drowning, symptoms like vomiting(?)
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Aristaeus only realizes that the hand in his hair has yanked him up when he’s choking on air for long, agonizing seconds. Water in his lungs, water in his stomach—all of it comes spluttering out, dragging pain behind it like yanking hooks along his esophagus. He heaves, and he is wretched—
“I remain convinced that you are not taking this seriously, morseling.”
—and he has failed. Again.
The hand in his hair tightens, just a bit; in response, all his breathing cuts off for a terrifying moment, before in a great rush, water floods out his mouth and nose, splattering into the river. The force of it makes him grasp at the shingle around him in weak, desperate movements, but when he can finally inhale, it comes clean, free of any damp rattle in his lungs, though it rasps in his abused throat. Teacher is merciful, even after his many failures.
“I am,” Aristaeus croaks, “I swear, I am.” His next words are practiced, and resonate with the scorching, acidic mass rooted deep into his chest: “This is within nature, so it is within mine.”
He cuts it off there, as he’s learned. Anything more sounds like begging to Teacher—the divine, even pale, reaching imitations like him, do not beg, as Teacher says.
“And yet,” Teacher says, “the lesson remains unlearned.”
Her hand in his hair pulls him back, back, back, and his breath shudders as the arch of his spine lets him meet Her eyes, pebbles for irises surrounded by mossy sclera. Her face is set in statuesque, forbidding disapproval, as always.
No mouth is needed to speak the tongue of the gods, only a will to be heard, and so Her lips remain sealed as She proclaims, “You will stay under for as long as it takes for you to learn how to breathe.”
The sentence nearly makes his hands fly up (to grasp at her hand and plead? To rip it from his head?); he stills them, and they hover somewhere above his knees. He knows She doesn’t mean what they’ve been doing so far. The notion makes him start trembling.
“Teacher, I am mortal. Prolonged drowning will kill me,” he says. She needs the reminder, occasionally—their existences are so far apart. Maybe ….
“It will not be drowning if you are breathing,” Teacher says, implacable. “I can expel water from your body in the river as easily as out of it. You will learn, splinterling, or you will stay.”
Aristaeus knows it’s coming. It doesn’t make the push forward into the water any less jarring, or the shingle wrapping around him to keep him under any less frightening. Her hand is still in his hair—he is trapped utterly in Her power, and it’s a cold comfort to know he won’t die, no matter how painful.
As he breathes in, tries to convert the water to magic he can sustain himself on, fails again, and starts to seize, he hopes he’ll learn Her lesson quickly.