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┊ ⋆ ┊ painful love ┊ ┊
! WARNING ; heavy gore, detailed description of torture, mentions of r4pe, ect. read with caution
LYNEY didnt know how he got here. tied to a chair while being blindfolded. his head felt woozy, most likely the effects of a drug. one moment he was preforming at the opera, chatting with his fans ; and the next thing he knows, he blacks out, a painful feeling on his left arm.
he twists his head around, even though he's unable to see, and tries to sense for a presence. after a while, he sighs mentally, feeling the room dark and empty, devoid of any life source other than himself.
" ah, you're awake. " your voice was startling, as lyney could not sense it before. you must have just arrived.
from what lyney could conduct, your voice seems masculine, which meant that his captor was most likely a male. however, he could not recognize your voice as someone he knows. he cautiously asked you who you were, keeping his guard up.
" dont you recognize me? dear lyney~ " as if he was struck with a bucket of cold water, lyney realized your identity. m/n.
" m/n ...?? i- " you hushed lyney, a finger sliding over his mouth. lyney jerked up at the feeling of your cold fingers against his skin, but slightly relaxed knowing it was you.
" w-why am i here ..? " lyney inquired, quite confused. as far as he could remember, you had left randomly one day. an old friend, lyney would say. you chuckled darkly, a dangerous glint in your eyes even though lyney could not see.
" 2 years ago... you ruined my life. during one of your performances, i was held hostage. my captor had gave you the option to end the show and save me, or keep the show going but leave me. you chose to leave me. " lyney's eyes widened at the memory. he gulped, suddenly encased with anxiety.
" i-i did..why? " you scowled, seeing how he wasn't even a bit remorseful. you continued. " you chose reputation over your own best friends life. ever since that day, i was never the same." lyney raised a brow, perplexed at your vague description.
" w-what do you mean? what happened t-that day... " lyney didn't want to know, but he was curious as to why his best friend was so hung up about it.
" my captor abused me. he gutted me alive, tortured me in all ways possible. stabbing my eyes out, cutting open my guts, and played with my organs like a violin. it kept on going...for 5 hours. he healed me, did it again, and repeat. and after all that...that asshole had the audacity to break me and destroy my innocence. he assaulted me, in the worse ways possible. "
lyney's eyes widened at the explanation. his face went pale, knowing he was the reason his friend faced all of that. he shook slightly, horrified at what your captor had done.
" it was all your fault. it was all your fault, he did this to me. " lyney looked down in shame, guilt eating him up like a predator, finding its prey. he gulped, waiting for you to continue.
" and now...im going to do the same to you. " the magicians eyes widened. he exclaimed, voice quivering.
" w-wait ! p-please don't...im sorry ! " his cries were pointless as you readied my supplies, all sorts of torture device. whats scarier is that...the tools were all used by your previous captor.
you started off simple, holding a scalpel. "ready ? " you chuckled, as lyney could only cry uncontrollably.
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it has been an hour. lyney thrashed around, pain filling up his body. you had tortured him mercilessly. wounds littered his body like freckles. his body was bare, his clothes lay on the floor. you figured he'll feel the pain better if he was nude.
you took your bloodied scalpel, and aligned it to the top of his stomach, to the bottom just about his hips. lyney shook, fear coating his expression as he felt the cold metal on his skin. you took the scalpel, clutching it with force.
! TW
you dug the scalpel into his flesh, disregarding his cries and pleas, and dragged the scalpel down his stomach with force. the skin opened up, revealing crimson red blood and his organs. his pale stomach opened up like a trapdoor, the irony smell of blood filling up your nostrils. the sight was horrifying to normal people, but to you, it reminded you of him. you angrily clutched the tool, applying more force as lyney could only scream in agony.
" P-PLEASE ! STOP STOP ! " lyney protested, the burning and stinging sensation unbearable. how is he not dead yet, you wonder? well, you had healed him multiple times, only to do the same thing over again.
little animal noises escaped the platinum haired male, exhausted from all the torture he had to endure. he had cried his heart out, and couldn't bring himself to cry anymore. you looked at his face. pitiful... you thought.
sighing, you took the scalpel away, putting it aside along the other bloodied tools. you reached for lyney's face, cupping his small head. dried tears stained his face, as you traced over his skin. you had finished up the torture, it only taking 4 hours and 50 minutes. you had opted to skip the assault part, since you already felt like the pain was enough.
you sighed, admiring his face before pepping kisses all over his face. the magician didn't complain, instead, he relaxed. despite being relentlessly tortured for hours, your kisses felt like bandages to his scars.
his body, all healed up, had faint scars from where he was cut open. you trailed your kisses there too, covering his scars with affection.
your hands trailed to his face, tearing off the blindfold. as lyney had to adjust to the light, and setting, his gaze fell to you.
his breath hitched, heartbeat speeding up. even after all these years, you were still so gorgeous. so ethereal...
you made your way back up to his face, kissing him on the lips before untying the ropes. you knew he was too exhausted to even move a finger, so you picked him up bridal style, carrying him to the bedroom.
placing him on the bed, you sighed contently. pulling the blankets over the two of you, you admired his features. he looked absolutely divine when he cried.
" i love you. " you muttered. lyney shyly averted his gaze, before muttering back.
" i love you too... "
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ FUN FACTS
- i do love lyney, but apart of me just wishes he saw freminet the same way he sees lynette (fremmy needs more attention >o<)
- this was inspired by a ch. ai prompt
- i CANT write gore at all, so i had so much trouble deciding the words. hopefully this wasnt so graphic..?
