Mini stories<3

you fool. this is my kink.

  
—WARNING— mentions of nsfw, bdsm, cussing

  "Eh..? What the- oh what the fuck."

     The man spoke as he awoke groggily.
Apparently he had been knocked out, or something of the sort. This also unknowingly resulted in being handcuffed to the wall on a chain in the corner of a cold stone room.

     While opening his eyes, he noticed he was alone. Completely and utterly alone. It was eerily empty in the cellar like place. The lights dim, with the lack of windows and a dingy light from what looked to be the 1800's.

     "Ew what the fuck whys it so goddamn cold in here."

     Surprisingly, the light lit up a bit, making the room less a torture chamber and more of a... minimalists room. If the minimalist was a psycho, that is. A same-toned door that went unnoticed by the chained up man opened with a creak that made him cringe.

     "Hello."

     The other man's voice shocked the other. He wasn't quite sure what he was expecting but whatever it was, it wasn't this. He felt like he was going to get brutally murdered in a sense.

     "Ah... hi?"

     "You're not here for a reason. You were just an unlucky one on my list. Probably your name but whatever, I guess that's not your fault. That doesn't matter though! You're still gonna meet your demise."

     "Oh. That's nice. Can I have the ability to feel my arms now? If feels like I've been amputated."

     "What? No! Who do you think I am you vermin? Im not gonna set you free for you to turn this shit on me."

     The constrained man knew what was coming, but he couldn't help but scoff a little. His name was Victor. What beef did this dude have with Victors? Did one of them wrong him then he decided he needed to eliminate them all? Well, that didn't matter. There was no damn way he was getting out of this one. He was eternally fucked. Now, he wasn't religious but praying to all things holy seemed like quite the idea at this moment.

     Oh right. He did have one weapon against this asshole.

     *I have a pain kink you dumbass whore.* The thought rung through his mind in a mocking manner.

     "Why the fuck are you looking at me like that. You sadistic or something?"

     "Oh nooo I'm not... why am I here besides the fact my name's Victor?"

     "I'm going to torture you and kill you. Why else? For the love of god use what you see to your knowledge."

     Now that the man said that, it became very clear to Victor exactly how he was going to deal with this.

     He was going to fuck with this man until he got released. I know, I know it sounds like a bad idea but there was a way he was going to get tired of him at one point.

     "Shall we get started?" The man spoke as he put on gloves and smirked.

     *What the fuck is he gonna do? A rectal exam? Hell no.* Bible verses rang through his mind silently hoping god doesn't discriminate against kinks.

     The man walked out of the room with the clack of platformed heels against the stone. Straight through the door he came through and out again.

After a grueling few seconds that felt like hours, the man came back in with multiple torture objects. Victor couldn't tell if he used these to kill people or used them in bdsm as they were almost indistinguishable. There were a decent amount of "weapons" in a clear plastic box.