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MINI STORY😱The Seven DEADLY Sins: An Obey Me! Horror Story Part 7 - Sloth😱

Published: 10/30/2021 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, Weapons, Violent torture/Graphic depictions of violence

The Seven DEADLY Sins: An Obey Me! Horror Story

Part 7 – Sloth

What is right is often forgotten by what is convenient. – Bodie Thoene

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Where am I? Why do I feel like I'm floating?

As I try to wrangle with my consciousness, I faintly hear peculiar sounds. My eyes flutter open and I see Belphie looking down at me. He stares at me for a brief moment before turning and walking away. I try to lift my head to follow his moves, but I'm unable. At this moment, I become hyperaware of my being. Paralyzed, my body is bolted in place. A numbing sensation radiates over my skin like someone is faintly tickling me, but nothing is touching me.

The sounds resume and my attention is snapped back. Trying to call out to Belphie, my mouth doesn't open. I'm unable to speak, unable to move; I'm entombed within myself. Listening, I hear the sound of metal scraping against another object. Confused, I continue to listen, trying to figure out what is going on. The scraping sound ceases, and all is quiet. An eerie sensation washes over me, heightening the pit of anxiety in my chest.

"Comfortable?" Belphie says as he approaches me.

I stare back at him, unable to respond in any way.

"What's wrong? You seem uninterested," he says cunningly.

I continue to look at him, my eyes trying to convey my disbelief. Disbelief of where I am. Disbelief in his words. Disbelief that this is real. Unexpectantly, I'm pulled back to this reality. I feel a blade glide over me. As it travels up my body, my clothes begin to disappear, leaving me in tatters of cloth. My skin is greeted by the coldness of the room and the sharpness of the blade. Shivers run up my spine, but outwardly, my body is still unable to react. Belphie continues to move the blade up and down my exposed body. It doesn't pierce me; it's merely enough sensation to let me know it's there.

"It's the ones like you that make me sick," he began through clenched teeth. His eyes darkened and his posture tensed. "You try to do good. You try to help others. Such a moral creature you try to be. But what actually ends up happening? You fall right back into the pitfall of indolence and apathy. How does it feel, huh? How does it feel to know that you will never live up to those hopes?"

As he finishes his question, Belphie takes the blade and digs it into my skin at my ankle, and begins carving upwards towards my thigh. Pain erupts through me, but I am unable to show it. My body doesn't move, no sound comes from my throat, my eyes don't even flinch. The only response I'm granted is my tears. Tears begin to well up in my eyes and pool there until they overflow down the sides of my head.

Momentarily, Belphie stops his movements. The blade remains stuck in my body until he sharply pulls upward. In his hand, Belphie holds my skin. Blood drips from my flesh and echoes onto the floor with every drop. I watch as Belphie smiles savagely at me, enjoyment evident in his demeanor. He's watching me, bated breath and posture match his sinister grin as his most definitive traits.

Taking the blade back down to my skin, Belphie continues to carve my skin from the muscle. Pain becomes the only thing I can focus on. There's no adrenaline to see me through my imprisonment, my body is only a vessel for agony and torment. As he continues to flay me alive, I feel my body sitting in a pool of my own blood. Belphie riddles me with insults and beratement of how I will never be good enough and that everything I do is to simply distract others from who I really am.

That's not true though. I argued mentally as I watched Belphie ready for another attack. I'm not lazy like he believes. I don't live in a pit of apathy.... Do I?

"Oh come on. At least fight back. At least scream and make it worth my wild," he says, refocusing me on him.

My eyes stare straight at Belphie's violent form. Throwing his blade down, he raised his clenched fist into the air. Hurling his fist down, he connected with my jaw. I hear a snapping sound as the pain of yet another injury sends my body into further chaos. My mouth falls open and hangs slack, but I am still unable to voice my pain. No sound is being produced by me. I am only here to feed into Belphie's sick, twisted mind games. At this moment, I'm his pawn, defenseless.

"You see, this is your problem. Even through all of this, you succumb to idleness. It's all you'll ever be good at; doing nothing. I don't see how anyone has ever trusted you to help when all you'll ever be is a lazy, good-for-nothing, weakling who won't even speak out for themselves. You're pathetic," he chastised.

"Do you know what happens to those that remain idle?" He looked at me, his eyes boring into me making me internally shrink back. "They become useless. They're gotten rid of."

Growling, Belphie grabbed me by the mouth and began dragging me off of the table. My body fell to the floor harshly as Belphie continued walking. After a few moments, Belphie stops walking. Adjusting his grip, his hand clenched around my jaw, squeezing tightly, just like before. He picked me up and held me in the air. My body was limp in his hands as I dangled helplessly.

"Goodbye, Y/N," he snarls before letting go of my body.

I fall into a void of nothingness. At this moment, I am released from my prison of paralyzed torture. Screams erupt from me as my body flails feebly.

...

I scream and punch and kick. I can feel myself connecting with something. Pain courses through my hands and feet as I blindly fight for my life.

"Y/N, ow! What the hell! Stop!" I hear someone yell at me.

My eyes snap open and I see Belphie pinning me down, preventing me from attacking him more. Terror encases me. At the top of my lungs, I scream for my life. Shocked, Belphie lets go of me as I continue to thrash away from him. I fall to the ground and slide across the floor before stumbling to my feet. Running to the door, I open it and am immediately greeted by the rest of the demon brothers. I stop cold.

"Y/N we need to talk," Lucifer says looking at me with a concerned look. "Everyone, to the living room. Now."

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Sloth, if it has prevented many crimes, has also smothered many virtues. – Charles Caleb Colton

Total Word Count: 1131 words