THIS IS REALLY FUCKING DARK AND PROBABLY TRIGGERING TO THE TRAUMATIZED FOLK, SO STEER CLEAR IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH.
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"One, two, be careful who you screw." Mountain growled, ploughing the knife deeper into your throat with each syllable, making your cries of pain die on the cold metal of his blade as you began to choke on your own blood.
"Three, four, should've locked your door." Mountain twisted the blade, splattering blood onto his stone chiseled features that could only be described as that of a greek God.
"Five, six, I'm not your bitch." Mountain pulled the blade out, making your blood gush from your wound like a burst balloon as he made quick work of turning the skin of your stomach into spaghetti with long slashes of his claws.
"Seven, eight, don't count the date," Mountain smirked, the gesture feral and evil as your organs and intestines began to slide out of your stomach and pool around your body. "Close your eyes, it's all okay."
"Nine, ten, you won't leave the den." Mountain's claws fumbled around in your intestines before he wrapped his claws around your somehow still beating heart.
"Eleven, twelve, your mine t-" That was the last thing you heard before Mountain yanked on your heart, detaching it and finally putting you out of your misery. "-o sell."
Like the feral beast Mountain had become under the blood red Ray's of the blood moon, Mountain began to feast on your sweet flesh; savoring every last ounce until all that remained of you was the pool of blood you had once layed in on your final breath and the bones Mountain gnawed on like a hyena.
