What you find when you wake up is a dark room with padded walls. Barely enough to be noticeable so that he doesn't hurt himself. He can't get up and though he tries, his hands are tied. He writhes on the bed and tries again, but his body is still affected by the sedative.
"He... help..." he stammers awkwardly. His lips tingle and his body trembles. Jimin coughs and tries to keep his eyes open. Everything is so distorted, is there light? Is it dark? He can't tell. He is not able to comprehend it. "Naaam... Nam-amjo-"
Something crawls up his right leg, something warm that gets warmer as it moves up his calf, that reaches his buttock and then his hip, grabs the elastic of his pants and in a leisurely pace, pulls it down the man's warm skin. Jimin presses his face against the thin, barely-there pillow.
His buttocks and legs are exposed, with a pair of hands holding him down. They sink their fingers in, play with the bulging, spongy flesh. Spread the pair of cheeks apart and Jimin gives a moan: something slimy and warm begins to slide in.
He squeezes his eyes and lips together, compunction in his expression.
They caress his back.
They caress his chest.
Caress his arms.
They caress his face.
Jimin opens his eyes and an anguished sob forms on his face.
The gloom falls away, exposing the formless creature as a huge mass of eyes, tongues and huge, misshapen hands. It grabs him by the face and thrusts its tongue deep into his throat. He cannot breathe, he cannot move. They all paralyze him.
And they start laughing.
They all laugh.
The bitch is already crying.
How much he loves it.
I feel him squeeze me.
He likes to play hard to get.
Jimin the perfect slut.
Deeper and deeper.
It fits another one You see?
He's perfect for this
There's no one better than him for taking cock in the ass.
Stand back, I'm sure in the mouth too.
Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.
They laugh.
They keep laughing.
He can't feel his hands because of the weight on top of him. his circulation is cut off and so is everything else in him. It hurts.
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He falls to the floor, broken and beginning to bleed out all over the underside. He is still conscious. He still feels Why? Why can't he pass out? They step on his abdomen and all the seed they left inside him comes out and they pounce on him again.
This time to devour him.
They don't take long.
It's fast.
It's savage.
Like none of them can bite off big chunks.
It's small bites.
All tearing off flesh. First the skin.
Then the muscles.
Then his intestines.
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Sempiternal: • A.L.I.V.(d)E(ad)? • || BOOK 7#
FanfictionThey escaped. They really escaped and yet, they keep asking themselves: Why? "We are alive... we really are alive, but does it feel like it? We are seven fallen, broken, contaminated savages. Maybe the secret, is that we're alive on the outside and...
