Komahina-Spooky Oneshots For Each Day In October

Experimentation

(Woo, slow torture and death!)

   "I've always been so fascinated with the human body, Hinata-kun," Komaeda comments, casually running his hands along the body chained to the table, "I've always been curious about what it would be its limits and what it could withstand."

   The brunet grunts, arching his back, trying to wiggle free but failing. Komaeda saunters over to his table of 'tools' with a happy sigh.

   "I wish I could hear your thoughts on the matter, Hinata-kun, but unfortunately, you are gagged. . .but I do so want to hear your lovely screams." 

   Komaeda picks up a spoon. "I share a curiosity about what the back of an eyeball looks like. Sure, there are pictures online, but I want to see it with my own eyes and hold one with my own hands. So, might I borrow one of your eyeballs, Hinata-kun?" 

   "Mmph! Mmmmph!"

   Komaeda claps his hands together excitedly. "Oh, I'm so glad you're okay with this, Hinata-kun! Then let us begin immediately!"

   He twirls the silver spoon between his fingers as he approaches the boy, letting the tip of the spoon rest on his eyelid. 

   "MmmmmMMMMMPH!"

   "Don't be scared, Hinata-kun~ Alright, let's get started!"

   He pries open Hinata's eyes, marvelling at the tears streaming down his face. And then he ripes out the gag.

   "Would it help if I sang to you? I've been told I have a lovely voice. . .Oh. . ."

   He digs the spoon into his eye and yanks it out, making Hinata yell and shake in pain. "Take my eyes, take them aside. . .Take my fa-"

   "Shut up!" Hinata shrieks, trying to kick but failing. 

   Komaeda shrugs. "I figured it would be fitting. But very well. . .The back of an eye is not as interesting as I thought it would be. But thank you, Hinata-kun."

   "Please let me go. . ." 

   "Does rubbing salt in the wound really hurt as much as they say? I've never had first-hand experience of this either," He picks up a long, sharp knife. Thank you for being a good test subject so far, Hinata-kun!"

   "S-Stop saying my name!"

   Komaeda swipes the back of his pinkie finger along with the blood and then licks it. "Now to create our wound!"

   He pushes up Hinata's shirt and holds up the knife before slashing straight across the stomach. Hinata hisses and tries to jerk away. Komaeda hums, digging two fingers into the wound and spreading them, fascinated by the squishy noise.

   "KILL ME ALREADY!" Hinata pleads.

   Komaeda ignores this, grabbing his salt shaker with his free hand and dousing the wound.

   Hajime wiggles and shrieks, desperate for some freedom, for this torture to end! 

   Nagito kisses his forehead. "Hush, love."

   "Okay, it appeared to make it worst? But maybe if I fucked it, it would feel good?"

   ". . .Don't you dare."

   "Oh my poppet, I had no intention of violating you in that way."

   "Why did you emphasize 'that?'" 

   Komaeda grabs a medical scalpel. "Okay! How many organs do I need to ripe out until a human dies?"

   "Come on, Nagito, Come on-KOMAEDA DON'T-!"

    Komaeda digs the scalpel into the brunet's skin and begins cutting all of the skin away. Exhausted, Hinata tries to lay as still as he can.

   He pulls out Hinata's liver, holding it's weight in his hands. He gives it a lick, and smiles. 

   Hinata groans, struggles growing weaker as Komaeda reaches for his barely beating heart. His fingers close around it and he yanks it out, resulting in Hinata's death.

   Komaeda frowns down at him.

   "Oh. . .So only two, I suppose."