One-Shots (Reader Inserts)

Scones Part 2 (TORTURE AND GORE AHEAD)

          Hello my Ingots! Sorry for the delay... Heh, I got my laptop back Friday/Saturday (I don't remember which one >.>) and basically played Smite all day even though I said I'd update... Procrastination! Anyways, here's the second part! Hope you enjoy!

                                                                             ~Silver

WARNING: TORTURE, GORE, AND VIOLENCE AHEAD

(And yes, you still have the telekinetic powers! You actually get to use them in this! No one but you knows about your powers. Supposedly... (; )

Key:

(n/n) - Nick name

Italics - Thoughts

(A/N) - Author's note

          The first thing you noticed was the intense pain in your head. The feeling of your head being compressed was not a very fun feeling, something you did not want to experience again. You tried opening your eyes, only to slit them at the bright light that was above you, blinding you momentarily. Blinking past the brightness, you finally noticed where you were and the position you were in. The room you were in was dark, the only light source being the one above your head, lighting up the table you were on and casting shadows across the floor. You were strapped to a table, your head being enclosed and compressed in a metal contraption, making it so that you couldn't turn your head and look around. There were straps holding your wrists and ankles down, along with a big strap going beneath your breasts, making it so that you could not lift yourself off the table. You quickly realized you were only in your undergarments as a cold breeze blew by, making you shiver and try to curl into yourself.

"Ah, I see you're awake!"

A voice you recognized came from somewhere in the shadows, before the sound of footsteps came and the man stepped into the light.

"A-Arthur...?"

Said man was dressed in a green shirt with brown pants, a white apron stained red adorning his front half along with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, giving him the look of a stereotypical mad scientist. He grinned widely as he stepped closer to you, pulling a small cart filled with different instruments that you looked upon fearfully.

"So, what do you want to start with first? Should we use the scalpel? The bone saw? Oh! Or we could use the Cat'o'Nintails! Hmm... No, I think we should use the scalpel first. We need to see those beautiful muscles of yours!"

Arthur picked up the scalpel, wiping it on his stained apron before stepping up next to you, gazing at your left arm before he lowered the scalpel, lightly cutting your arm and drawing blood. You whimpered as he continued, flaying your arm. Already a big flab of skin had been cut, and he gripped it tightly, giving you an excited grin.

"Isn't this fun?"

He gripped the skin harder, before giving a huge tug. You screamed loudly as tears filled your eyes, Arthur was standing next to you, holding a large piece of your skin and admiring it.