🩸Goretober 2022 🩸

Day 1: Dissection

{ ⚠️ TW: BLOOD, DAGGERS, GORE, ORGANS. ⚠️ }

Being alone can be entertaining from a perspective, doing what you want, when you want and everything seems to move with your own time...but does it still work when you are tied from arms to legs, wrists to ankles to a pole in a quiet white tiled room?

This room was as white as what people would joke on about heaven on near death. It was like a canvas with no art, awaiting its purpose to take place. The man tied up in the middle of the room was sat on his knees, a pole keeping him sat up straight. His breathing was loud, his eyes frantically moving around the room as his head was stuck to the white metal pole. He moved his naked body side to side in a form of struggle, a hope to break free but only the voice in the corner could be entertainment,

"You struggle too much."

The gagged male would huff against the red ball that kept his speech to a close, his rapid breathing heard through the nose, this voice had been mocking him for an hour now.

"You do realise, if you tell me where the stolen weapons are, I won't have to make this as bad as it is now..." the voice started, "...My husband prefers if his weapons are all together, neat and ready to use...if they are not like that in ten minutes, I will not h hesitate to make this worse for you." The Voice came out of the corner, twirling a blade in his fingers, blue haired, a white suit from the likes of a wedding, his fern eyes glaring daggers into the proclaimed thief.

The man's chest would continue to raise up and down as the other male circled around him in the centre of the room, hands now behind his back, keeping his anger on the man, "So, what will it be, fucker, Quick death or slow death? It all depends on if you tell me where my husband's belongings are."

But the man would not budge, if he could, he would even spit in his tormentors direction. Orin was not patient when it came to morons. Orin hates Morons. So much, that he would kill any moron if he had the chance...and he did.

"You bore me, please, just tell me where they are so I can bring out the gun and make this quick." He walked over to the bare man on the floor, bringing his dagger to the gags straps, cutting the left one so the man could speak and so he did.

"Kill me? If you kill me, you will never know the answer, you aren't too right in the head are you?!" He yelled in his rough voice, obviously a smoker.

Orin stood in silence for a moment, before he started to giggle...giggle turning to a laugh...the laugh becoming more unsettling as it went on. "Oh, you poor man, you have no idea who the FUCK YOU ARE D DEALING WITH!" He snapped and brought the knife end to his throat in a quick reflex reaction, "You think you are so funny, so smart...you are neither of those things, you should swap those words for a child minded coward who is physically unable to keep things simple." 

After his rant, he knew what had to be done. Something made him think it was the preferred way to treat the man but something else in him wanted to stay clean and good looking, pity he had to fight his inner wants and deal with the others inners.

He walked in front of the man, a smile on his face, a menacing smile, one that meant no good. He stopped in front of him and crouched down, letting his dagger slowly trace down the shaking man's neck, "You are making a mistake..." the man spoke as he felt the knife slowly move down, "oh please, I'm not the one that made the mistake or the one making any mistake..." Orin responded as the knife stopped on the man's upper stomach,

"I am just doing my job."

The Man looked at Orin before the tormentor in him quickly moved backward then forward with his blue ribboned dagger, plunging deep into the man, below the ribs. Of course, as anyone would, the man let out a scream of utter terror and agony, his skin giving way to the sharpness of Orin's dagger which was now in the thieves system.

The sweet nectar that flowed through out the man's body did not take long to leak out onto the dagger, then to Orin's hands then to the floor once the blood trickled off of Orin's arms. The Man would wriggle and scream in a petrified, painful state as he felt his body be destroyed by the other man's 'work', "You are a loud one! Let's move to step 2!~" Orin beamed at him, he could take a break from his own suffering to watch someone with their final breaths.

The man could be heard partially through his wheezing state, "p...please..please..." was all he could push out before Orin got bored of listening and started to pull his beloved dagger down, the screams got even louder as the skin and muscle broke to two. Now, In all the glory, the man's organs were exposed, "Oh you are pretty aren't you...it's a real pity that I have to discard of you." Orin admitted as the blood flowed quicker out of the body he  slowly wrecked and drained. The man had started to go numb as Orin stopped his dagger and admired what he had exposed, humming a bit before he removed the knife.

Once the dagger was removed, blue ribbon stained, he retracted his hands and gripped the male's cut skin on each side, leaning up to him and letting their faces be mere apart. His eyes half lidded as he smirked and spoke, "You really are quite handsome, I really wish you made this easy for us both..." he admitted in a gentle tone before he gripped the skin tight and ripped them to the side, "Let's see how long you last." The man gained his feeling again in certain areas as his body cried for release from Orin's torture, he begged for it to stop, he yearned for it to stop as Orin backed up and picked up his dagger.

"Now, what was it my dear husband wanted...?" He questioned for a minute or so before it clicked in his twisted mind, "oh yes...that's right!" He raised the dagger to his lips and let his tongue graze the blade, taking in the man's blood, "He wants your heart served on a fucking plate! I can see why, you taste rather sweet for a sack of shit."

Of course, Orin's husband was not going to actually eat the man's heart but it was fun to tease with.

He approached and hummed, cutting upward more with the skin and muscles, the organs exposed to air, attempting to function as Orin found what he wanted. He smirked and took his dagger, "Let's see, just need to cut that Carotid artery...oh hold on, you have already given up?! Wow, you really are a coward." Orin was correct, the man had succumb to the pain, meeting death at his gates.

Orin rolled his eyes and cut what had to be cut, humming the tune to what seemed to be 'Brooklyn Baby' by Lana Del Ray. He was overjoyed to be able to do something like this again...as on a thought, he looked real good in blood.

Once the deed was done, the tormentor opened a door in the shadowy corner he came from, walking out with a plastic bag and blood stained clothes, his dagger on his thigh in a strap. He took one last look to his mess in the now painted canvas of a room...God, was he proud, his husband would be too.

{ Day 1: Dissection [Organ - Heart] }