❝ 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 ❞
(⚠️ Trigger warning: degradation, violence, death, kidnapping and cursing! Read at your own risk.)
[ Jasper p.o.v ]
"Masters, home!" I called out, closing the door behind me. "Ah, there you are tiny!" I said while approaching my masterpiece. There y/n was in all of their glory, being hung by their shoulder. They looked absolutely perfect, like a raw piece of meat waiting for consumption. For my consumption, specifically. I walked closer to them and caressed their cheek. "Awh, did someone miss me?" Y/n nodded their head hesitantly. "How Pathetic." I replied bluntly, sitting down on the chair closest to them. "But," I began as I grabbed my sketchbook beside me, "That's your specialty, right? Being a pathetic piece of meat for me to enjoy?" I noticed y/n's hesitance to reply. "You don't have to respond. I already know my answer" I said coldly, as I began sketching them.
[ Your p.o.v ]
I've been in this godawful place for about 3 days now. Jaspers constant insults remind me of all the bad in this world. I prefer staying quiet so he can't use what I say against me. In all honesty it's better that way, I'd rather converse with myself than with him. "Does your shoulder hurt, Tiny?" Jasper asked, not looking up from his sketchbook. I nodded slowly. "Ah, I see." He got up from his seat and walked towards me. What does he want now? I could feel his breath on my cheek."Have you ever tried human meat before, Tiny?" Jasper asked while moving some hair from my face. I shook my head no. Jasper grinned, "Why don't we change that?"
[ Jaspers p.o.v ]
I quickly pulled out the hook from y/n's shoulder and gripped onto their wrists. They began to squirm and try to get out of my grip. Their struggle is so adorable. I slammed them into the nearest wall and pressed their face towards it roughy. "You look so cute like this, Tiny" I cooed. I grabbed the pocket knife from my back pocket and sliced into y/n's dislocated shoulder. "I'm sorry, Tiny, but we don't waste food in this household." I said, grinning widely. Each time I dig my knife into them, I can't help but imagine how great they're going to taste. I can't wait! This might be my best meal yet! "J..Jasper!" Tiny shouted, grabbing my attention. This is the first time they've talked in a while. I wonder what they need.
[ Your p.o.v ]
"I love you!" I blurted out, distracting him. "What?" Jasper asked, obviously confused. He loosened his grip on me and I took the opportunity to try and escape. I pushed him off of me, distancing myself from him. I looked around frantically trying to find something to help me fight him. As I scanned the ground, I realized he dropped the knife when I pushed him. I think Jasper noticed my plan to grab it since he basically lunged at it. Good thing it was closer to me. I quickly grabbed the knife, pointing it towards him. "Haha! How adorable! You've got guts! I wonder what they taste like." Jasper said while smiling widely. He ran towards me but I managed to move out of the way.
[ 3rd person p.o.v ]
Before long, Jasper grabbed y/n by their hair and pushed them to the ground. Y/n yelped in pain as their body slammed onto the floor, the knife falling out of their hands. Jasper chose not to grab it since he wanted to punish y/n himself. Jasper wrapped his hand around y/n's throat and squeezed tightly. Y/n tried to escape Jaspers grip but to no avail. Before y/n could pass out, Jasper began to speak again. "You know, I was really hoping," he squeezed tighter, "you would begin to submit to me by now. Without me having to teach you any lessons." he squeezed even tighter, y/n now slipping in and out of consciousness. "But I guess you want to learn your place the hard way." Jasper chuckled and released his grip. Y/n starting coughing as they began to fully breathe again.
[ Your p.o.v ]
"I'm sorry.." I whispered. "What was that, bitch?" Jasper shouted. "I'm sorry..!" I replied, slightly louder. "I can't hear you, Tiny." Jasper mocked. "I'm sorry!," I shouted, "that I'm about to do this." I said before kicking Jasper in the crotch. He howled in pain, rolling on his back with his hands over his crotch. I quickly grabbed the knife and began to stab him, over and over and over again. I pierced his chest repeatedly, each time hearing him groan. Each noise would become a bit quieter than the last until he finally stopped. I didn't care though, he deserves this. When I knew he was dead I threw the knife to my side. Punching and clawing at his face until it was unrecognizable. I began to get up and walk towards the door. Before I could even touch the door handle, I fell to my knees, sobbing. Did I just kill someone?
[ 3rd person p.o.v ]
Y/n looked back at the fresh corpse and then towards the door. They began to throw up while picturing Jaspers bloodied face and body. Eventually they got back up, clenching the door handle. They took a deep breath, engraving this moment into their mind. Y/n slowly opened the door handle, being greeted to the dark forest outside. As they walked outside y/n noticed a weird taste in their mouth. A sweet one that lingered through their mouth even as they navigated out of the forest. It took a while to find any form of civilization but y/n eventually flagged down a car. As they entered the vehicle and explained to the driver their story y/n realized something. Freedom has never tasted so great.
(I know this is much different than my other stories but one of my dear friends requested something like this so I had to do it! I promise, the next story will be softer! I hope u have a great day/night! <3)
