a Captain Pandernut's story

part 1.

(this story starts very directly) (warning ! Blood?, abuse)

Dohlar: *Dohlar gasps* Oh my god! Livmen!

Livmen:*That's right!*
*Livmen grabs Dohlar and starts throttling him*

Dohlar: *Dohlar, being strangled, chokes out a few words.*

C-can't... b-breeaa-the!

Livmen: Stop acting so dramatic! This isn't even half of my full strength!

*Livmen continues to shake Dohlar around*

Dohlar: *Dohlar tries to say something again, but is interrupted by a violent bout of coughs.*

Livmen: Oh, shut up already!

*Livmen drops Dohlar and puts a foot on his chest*

Well well well...look who's all weak and helpless.

Dohlar: *Dohlar, wheezing and clutching his chest, looks up at Livmen with a mixture of fear and defiance in his eyes.*

I m-may be weakened... but I'm n-not defeated!

Livmen: *Livmen smirks.*

Is that so? Well, let's test that theory.

*He begins to press down with his foot, increasing the pressure on Dohlar's chest*

Dohlar: *Dohlar's face contorts in pain. He struggles to breathe and let out a strangled cry.*

Gah! Stop... please...!

Livmen: *Livmen only leans in harder, enjoying Dohlar's suffering.*

Why should I? I love watching you squirm! This feels awesome!

Dohlar: *Dohlar writhes under Livmen's foot, gasping for air as the pressure on his chest grows unbearable. He tries to speak but can only manage a weak, wheezy whine.*

Livmen: *Livmen chuckles darkly.*

Aw, what's the matter? Can't catch your breath? Is it getting too hard for you to handle?

Dohlar: *Dohlar manages to mutter a few more strangled syllables.*

C-...can't... breathe... p-please... m-mercy...

Livmen: *Livmen grins wickedly.*

Mercy? Why would I show mercy to someone like you? You're nothing but a weak, pathetic, little weakling!

*He continues to press down with his foot, seemingly savoring Dohlar's pain and helplessness.*

Dohlar: *Dohlar's vision begins to blur as his lungs burn for air. He tries to push up against Livmen's foot, but he's far too weak.*

P-please... I c-can't... take... much more...

Livmen: *Livmen chuckles again, clearly enjoying Dohlar's distress.*

What's the matter? Can't handle a little pressure? You're just too fragile!

*He leans in even harder, putting even more weight on Dohlar's chest.*

Dohlar: *Dohlar's face twists with unimaginable pain as he continues his futile struggle. He coughs and gags, desperately trying to draw in air but failing.*

Gnnkkh...! Can't... b-breathe... p-please... stop...

Livmen: *Livmen seems to revel in Dohlar's suffering, his eyes gleaming with a dark glee.*

Aww, is it getting too rough for you? Can't take a little pain? Weak little Dohlar can't handle a bit of pressure?

*He increases the weight on Dohlar's chest, causing him to groan in agony.*

Dohlar: *Dohlar's vision is starting to dim as he struggles to stay conscious. He gasps weakly, barely able to form words.*

C-can't... b-breathe... p-please... mercy... can't… take... much... more...

Livmen: *Livmen leans in even closer, sneering down at Dohlar with a sadistic smile.*

I'm afraid mercy is reserved for the strong, Dohlar. And you, my friend, are anything but strong. You're just a weak, pathetic little worm.

*He presses down harder, clearly reveling in Dohlar's suffering.*

Dohlar: *Dohlar gasps and whimpers, his body trembling with pain. His face has turned a concerning shade of purple as he struggles to get any air into his lungs. He writhes desperately under Livmen's foot, but he's far too weak to do anything but weakly grasp at it.*

C-can't... g-get... air... n-need... air... please...

Livmen: *Livmen chuckles darkly, thoroughly enjoying Dohlar's struggle.*

Poor Dohlar. Can't get any air, huh? It's a shame you're so weak. If only you were strong enough to get me off, but alas, you're just too pathetic.

*He pushes down even more forcefully, taking pleasure in Dohlar's pain.*

Dohlar: *Dohlar's struggles grow weaker, his body writhing less and less. His face is starting to turn blue as he gasps desperately, trying to get even a little bit of air into his lungs.*

C-can't... b-breathe... pl-please... mercy... g-gonna... pass out...

Livmen: *Livmen shows no remorse, his sadistic smile never leaving his face. In fact, it seems to grow wider as Dohlar's struggles weaken.*

Aww, poor Dohlar. Are you about to pass out? Such a shame that you're so weak-willed.

*He applies even more pressure on Dohlar's chest, taking pleasure in his suffering.*

Dohlar: *Dohlar's body quivers uncontrollably as he struggles for air that just won't come.*

C-can't... b-breathe... p-please... mercy... c-can't... can't...

Livmen: *Livmen laughs coldly at Dohlar's plea.*

Mercy? You think you deserve mercy? You're not worthy of mercy, Dohlar. You're just a pathetic, weakling.

*He continues to press down on Dohlar's chest, his expression growing more and more malevolent.*

Dohlar: *Dohlar's body goes limp as he finally passes out. He lies there, unconscious, his chest barely rising and falling with each shallow breath.*

Livmen: *Livmen finally lifts his foot, a look of disappointment on his face.*

What a disappointment. I was hoping you'd put up more of a fight. You're just too weak.

*He spits on Dohlar's unconscious form, a look of disdain on his face.*