The Monsters' Favorite

(The) Stick (That Broke Your Jaw)

He was only standing beside you. That's what set it all off. Working on a gen, side by side, minding your own businesses. He accidentally bumped your hand. You didn't even feel it, but he sure saw it. That's why all hell broke loose. Because someone barely fucking touched you. You were told that you belong to him and him alone. But you didn't pay it any mind, thinking it was over and done with. You were so, so wrong...

One second, everything is fine, then, the next, everything is fucked. You didn't even realize what had happened at first. When hot liquid was sprayed into your eyes, blinding you and placing a bitter-coppery smell in your nose and mouth, you screamed. It was quickly silenced by a bone-crushing grip to your windpipe, you being lifted off the ground and forced to look into the metal maw of the Trapper, eyes ablaze with seething rage.

You don't even register the first hit you received. Nor the second. You sure as hell felt the third. And the fourth . And the fifth. The sixth. Seventh. By the eighth, you couldn't feel much of anything, anymore. Your eyes were partially swollen shut and your nose was at an awkward angle, your cheeks black and blue and your lips busted wide open. There was a chorus of screams, then you were dropped, your head bouncing off the generator with a painful thud. Your vision was entirely black and your ears were ringing painfully. Your head hurts . Your face is definitely broken, and so are a few ribs, too. It hurts... Oh, Entity, it fucking hurts... Something was pulling your attention, but you couldn't place it. A heavy weight hits your leg, but is quickly removed followed by a large hand grabbing you by the hair and lifting you up.

You're not sure if you're screaming or crying, you can't feel anything other than pain... You're dragged a ways before being tossed back to the cold ground. Some of your vision came back, spotty and unfocused, but you didn't need to have 20/20 vision to know what had happened. They're all dead... What had hit your leg was someone's headless body... You tried to crawl away, the world and your head tilting on its axis. You can't see..! Can't see..! I-I can't see-! You screamed in pain and fear when a heavy boot stomped onto your lower back.

You almost lost control of all your bodily functions at this point. The Trapper remained silent throughout, fists shaking in rage. You are his, God damn it! His! How fucking dare you forget that! Was his lesson not explicit enough for your simple mind? Are you fucking stupid? Are you doing this to get a rise out of him? Because, it's fucking working, if you are. Staring down at you battered, writhing body in disgust, he twists the ball of his foot, earning him a sharp cry as you feel something pop and crunch underneath his weight.

"You stupid fucking whore..!" He snarls, jamming the sharp edge of his heel into the top of your hips. You scream, sobbing loudly. Covering your neck and head with your arms, you brace for another beating that is sure to come.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?! Was my lesson not crystal fucking clear to you?! Do you think I don't know what you've been doing?!? That I don't know who you've been fucking behind my back?! Do you think I'm fucking stupid?!" The Trapper emphasized each word with a sharp kick to your ribs. Something's already broken, but he keeps hurting you. It hurts to breathe..! You can't catch your breath! I'm going to fucking die..!

"Once a slut, always a slut. I should have known that..." He crouches and grabs another fistful of your hair, forcing you to face him. You were blinded by blood, tears, and swollen eyelids and cheeks, completely unable to see what was happening, but you knew it was far from over. By the end of this, you're gonna wish that you were never born...