Goretober - 2024

2. Starvation || Genloss - Ethan Nestor

hey hey trigger warning this is gross asf 

"This isn't the door!" Ethan shrieked, pressing himself against the fake door, now trapped, away from his... "friends". "Help me!"

Claws ripped across his stomach, blood gushing onto the floor and into his throat. Ethan shrieked again, gagging on the blood that clogged his throat, pouring out of his mouth and down his chin.

Security lumbered away, satisfied with its job, and Ethan collapsed in his pool of blood, a sob rising in his throat as he reached for the fake door, hoping someone, anyone, would come through and save him.

***

When Ethan opened his eyes again next, the blood he was laying in was thicker, closer to drying. His stomach still hurt, but not as badly as before, and he rolled over onto his back, trying to get a look at it.

The gashes were still there, though now jagged wires stuck out of him, frayed at the end, coated in his blood.

Oddly, this didn't really surprise him that much.

But he was really hungry, so maybe that had something to do with it.

His empty stomach growled, he felt so hungry that he was about to gag. But there wasn't anything to eat.

Ethan bit his lip so hard it started to bleed, the metallic taste faint in his mouth. Addicting, thick, sweet. He wanted more.

Part of him wondered what he was doing, but the rest of him was too hungry to care.

And he did the only thing he could think of. He lifted his arm to his face, looking at his bicep. It looked thicker, fuller of muscle than he remembered.

He bit down, pausing for one moment as he considered if this would hurt, but his stomach ached and growled, and he bit down.

Blood filled his mouth, thick and warm as it poured down his throat. Oddly it didn't hurt. But maybe that was just because he was so desperate for food.

He fully closed his jaw, his teeth hitting together and severing a chunk of skin and muscle from his arm. He let his arm fall back to the floor, blood soaking into the puddle that was already there. Wires started to show in the wound, poking out of his arm, looking like they were winding together to cover the gash. But Ethan wasn't paying attention.

He swallowed the blood and rest of what was in his mouth, and the second he did so, his stomach quieted. His mind cleared, and now he wanted to throw up again, but this time not out of hunger.