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MINI STORY 😱The Seven DEADLY Sins: An Obey Me! Horror Story Part 6 - Gluttony😱

Published: 10/29/2021 on WATTPAD. Story also on my AO3 account. If you are reading this on any other site, then it has been stolen and republished without my permission. I DO NOT consent for anyone to use or publish my work without my expressed permission.

CW/TW: Physical Assault, Violence, Blood, Death

The Seven DEADLY Sins: An Obey Me! Horror Story

Part 6 – Gluttony

The gluttons dig their own graves with their teeth. – James Howell

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Everything feels heavy. Hope no longer runs through me. Instead dread and emptiness fell upon me, crushing my being whole. Why does this sadness grip onto me? It's like it's hungry for my demise. It swirls around me, taking bits and pieces from me. As I try to evade it, I realize I can't move forward.

I push on the door in front of me, but it doesn't budge. Instead, it feels as though it has become weighted. Heaving against the wood grain, my hand becomes covered in splinters. I pull away; the pain somehow grounding me. Immobilized, I take in my surroundings, trying to figure out how to evade this feeling that I can't fully identify.

Above me, I hear a loud thud. Thud after thud repeats above me methodically. It echoes around me; thumps litter loudly before fading away. The noise becomes so faint, I can just barely distinguish it. What was once a loud boom, is now nothing more than a small tap. Curious, I try to look around for clues. Pulling my DDD out, I turn on the flashlight and am immediately petrified. On my back, I now feel a hard surface holding me up. In front of me, what I once thought was a door, is actually a lid.

I'm being buried alive, unable to escape.

"Help!" I scream, my heart rate intensifying.

My screams go unheard. No one is there. The faint tapping is now extinct.

How could this happen?

How was I put here?

When?

Resigning myself, I collapse back down to the bottom of my casket. This is now my deathbed. How will I go? Will suffocation be my demise? Starvation? Perhaps the feeling deep in my gut will be my assassin. It feels like it's clawing its' way out of me, searching for an escape.

...

I don't know how much time has passed. Being trapped, stuck in perpetual isolation, hopelessness and sorrow become my only companions. Enveloping me in thick, crushing darkness, I feel myself fall prey to its' maliciousness. Tears escape me as I become more desperate for my demise. I begin to claw at my skin, starving to feel something other than distress. The deeper my nails dug into my stomach, the more sadness I feel.

"It never stops," a voice whispered in my ear.

Pausing, I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand as my body went on edge, goosebumps scattering across my skin.

"Claw at yourself all you want. The empty feeling never goes away."

I tried to turn but the limited space of my tomb ensnared me, limiting my mobility. The voice traveled around me, though no one was in sight, even as I continued to shine my flashlight all around.

"It's starving you, you know. The pain never leaves. It will always be a pit of despair in your gut. Soon, you'll even become hungry for it. You'll crave to feel the pain again."

"Why would I crave that?" I asked.

Before me, Beel's figure manifested. His eyes showed discomfort. He was hungry, and I was the only food in front of him. Despair and terror washed over me as Beel inched closer, our faces barely touching.

"Y/N, tell me."

I looked back at him, my expression contorting to one of puzzlement. "Tell you what?"

"Aren't you tired of the pain? Do you want it to end?"

The heaviness in my chest and stomach grew tighter and heavier. It was getting hard to breathe, hard to think. The pain was the only thing I could think of. At this moment, terror encased me as I knew that the pain would be the only thing I would ever think of again.

Clutching my chest, I began to cry out. "Beel, why is this happening?"

"Because, you buried the pain down for so long. Now, it's all your body will ever be hungry for. You're just like me," he said as his stomach loudly growled. Eyes darkening, Beel licked his lips, showing his sharp canines. "But, unlike me, you won't make it out of here."

My eyes widened in shock as Beel lunged for me. His teeth, like razors, dug into my shoulder. Pulling away, he ripped skin and muscle from my form. I screamed out in agony from his attack. Looking back to him, my blood trailed down his chin as he deviously grinned at me, swallowing the chunk of my body he stole.

"Y/N, you taste delicious when you're in pain and scared. More! I need more!" he screamed before vanishing from my sight.

I began pounding on the lid of the casket, pleading for help, hoping someone would hear me. As I did, the darkness continued to swirl around me. Tears continued falling from me as every sad, depressing, and hopeless moment of my life flashed before my eyes. Despair mixed with fear as I tried to escape.

I'll never be free. I thought to myself.

As I thought this, I felt a sharp tear at my thigh. Looking down, Beel had a hold of my leg. His teeth dug deeper and deeper as I continued to scream. Each shriek that left my mouth was accompanied by Beel removing my flesh from my body. Holes littered across my being. My legs, my chest, my stomach, my arms; everything was used as Beel's meal. As I continued to whimper, wishing for the pain to just overtake me, Beel reappeared in front of me.

"Had enough?" he teased.

"Beel, please stop this. You're killing me!" I whimpered.

He locked eyes with me, his hand holding my jaw in his clutches. "Not yet," was all he said before he attacked.

Screaming, I watched as Beel went for my chest. As his teeth went through, his jaws snapped through the right side of my upper body. Puncturing my lung, I felt my air supply cut off and blood choked up into my mouth. I began gasping for air, clutching against his hair in a desperate, and far too late, attempt to free myself from Beel's violent grip. As Beel bit down farther, I felt myself begin to fade. My hands fell from his head as my breaths got shallower.

So this is the end? The gut feeling that I called my assassin turned out to be Beel.

...

I awoke in fright, panting hard. I quickly turned, hypervigilant of danger, to check my surroundings. Once I was sure I was safe, I got up from my bed. As I went to stand up, I stumbled in pain. Holding onto my abdomen, I made my way to the bathroom. Turning on the light, I gingerly stripped the clothes from my body. Looking into the mirror, I gasped in horror at the sight. Spread out across my body were numerous bite marks, each where Beel had attacked me in my nightmare.

This isn't possible. This isn't happening. I thought to myself.

Getting dressed I left the bathroom and headed back to my bedroom. As soon as I walked out the door, I bumped into a large figure. Looking up, my face went pale as I saw Beel. However, instead of the devious grin I saw in my nightmare, Beel was beaming at me with a happy expression.

"Hey Y/N, breakfast is ready! I'm hungry," he said as his stomach growled loudly. "Are you going down?" he asked, smiling a wide grin at me.

Shuddering from the nightmare, I vigorously shook my head. "No, I'm not hungry," I said as I scurried around Beel and beelined for my room.

I can't keep going through this.

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Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us. – Peter De Vries

Total Word Count: 1295 words