Your body trembled violently, your wrists raw and bleeding from the restraints that held you in place. Your breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps, each one a struggle against the overwhelming pain and terror that consumed you.Across from you, Nikolai Gogol stood, his usual manic energy replaced by a chilling calmness. In his gloved hand, he held a centipede, its many legs writhing grotesquely as it squirmed between his fingers.
“Shh, shh, it’s alright, my dear,” Nikolai cooed, his voice soft and almost tender, a stark contrast to the cruelty of his actions. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips cold against your feverish skin. “This will all be over soon. Just relax.”
Your eyes widened in horror as you realized what Nikolai intended to do. Memories of Fyodor flooded your mind memories of pain, of betrayal, of the same kind of torment you were enduring now. Your voice broke as you begged, your words trembling and desperate. “Not again”
But Nikolai only smiled, his mismatched eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of affection. “You seemed to be experienced with this, It wont hurt for you right?"
Before you could protest further, Nikolai’s hand moved with terrifying precision. He forced the centipede into your ear, ignoring the way you thrashed and screamed, your cries echoing off the cold, sterile walls.
The sensation was unbearable the feeling of the centipede’s legs scraping against the sensitive flesh, the sharp, searing pain as it bit into your brain. Your screams reached a fever pitch, your body convulsing as the pain overwhelmed you.
Until a dark void consumes your vision.
But for some reason, you felt relieved
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You found yourself standing in a void, the pain gone, replaced by an eerie stillness. Before you stood a figure its them.
They looked exactly like you, same eyes, same hair, same skin. It was like looking into a mirror, but the eyes staring back at you were filled with an otherworldly calm.
“Hello, Y/N,” the spirit said, their voice soft but filled with a strange kind of admiration. “You’ve entertained me so much. Your pain, your suffering, your endless cycle of tragedy it’s all so… captivating.”
You stared at them, your heart pounding in your chest. You didn’t know if it was from happiness to see this spirit or fear.“What do you want this time?” you asked, your voice trembling.
The spirit smiled, their expression almost pitying. “Just want to see my beloved character.”
You shook your head, confusion and anger bubbling up inside you. “Right, I'm just in a story you created. Everything I do here doesn't matter”
The spirit tilted their head, their smile never wavering. “Is it? a story you agreed to be a part of? After all, none of this would have happened if you hadn’t continue.”
Your breath caught in your throat. The words hit you like a punch to the gut. “I… I didn’t agree to this,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I didn’t ask for any of this.”
The spirit’s expression softened, but there was no comfort in it. “Perhaps not. But here you are, playing your part so beautifully. And I must admit, I’ve enjoyed watching you suffer. It’s been entertaining.”
Tears streamed down your face as the weight of their words settled over you. “I’m not just a character to be tortured,” you said, your voice trembling with anger and despair. “I’m a person. I feel pain. I feel fear. I feel love. This isn’t just some story to me”
The spirit’s smile faded, replaced by a look of something almost like regret. “I know,” they said softly. “But that’s what makes it so tragic. You’re so real, so human, you’re trapped in a cycle you can’t escape.”
You shook your head, the tears flowing freely now. “I don’t want this,” you whispered. “I don’t want to suffer anymore. Please… just delete this story.”
The spirit stepped closer, their hand reaching out to touch your cheek. Their touch was cold, but there was a strange kind of comfort in it. “I can’t let you go,” they said. “But I can give you a reprieve. Let me take over for a while. This will be my first time so I'll be gentle my love, I won't hurt you.”
They leaned close to your ear whispering mockery, or what you think it is "This is your destiny"
Is this your karma for using your ability too far?
You wanted to argue, to fight, but you were so tired. So, so tired. And so, with a heavy heart, you nodded.
'I miss my ability'Was your last thought before everything went silent.
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Y/N’s body hung limply in the restraints, his head bowed, his breathing shallow. Nikolai stood a few feet away, his eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of satisfaction as he watched the aftermath of his cruelty. But then, something shifted.
Y/N’s head slowly lifted, his eyes opening to reveal a gaze that was no longer his own. There was a cold, calculating sharpness in those eyes, a presence that sent a shiver down Nikolai’s spine. Without a word, Y/N’s hands moved, gripping the restraints with a strength that shouldn’t have been possible. The metal groaned, then snapped, falling away as Y/N stood upright, his movements smooth and deliberate.
Nikolai blinked, his usual playful expression faltering “Y/N?” he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “What are you-”
“Gogol,” Y/N interrupted, his voice calm but commanding, cutting through the air like a blade. “Prepare my bath. And food. And new clothes. I smell bad.”
Nikolai stared at him, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “I… I can’t do that,” he stammered, his usual confidence slipping. “You’re my-"
Y/N turned his head slowly, his eyes locking onto Nikolai’s. The intensity in that gaze was overwhelming, a force that seemed to pierce straight through Nikolai’s soul. “I am your god,” Y/N said, his voice low and unwavering. “And you will follow me.”
For a moment, Nikolai was frozen, his mind struggling to process what was happening. But then, something inside him shifted. His mismatched eyes widened, his pupils dilating until they formed perfect hearts. A deep blush spread across his cheeks, and a giddy, almost childlike smile broke out across his face.
“Yes!" Nikolai said, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and adoration.
'Finally, I did it!'
He dropped to one knee, his head bowed in submission. “Whatever you command, I will obey.”
Y/N smirked, a cold, satisfied expression that sent a thrill through Nikolai. “Good,” he said, his tone dripping with authority. “Now, go. I don’t have all day.”
Nikolai scrambled to his feet, his movements quick and eager. He practically skipped out of the room, his heart pounding with a strange, exhilarated joy. For the first time, he felt truly alive, truly seen. Y/N no, his god had acknowledged him. And Nikolai would do anything to keep that feeling.
As he hurried to prepare the bath, food, and clothes, Nikolai couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. This was it. This was what he had been waiting for. Y/N had finally given in, finally embraced the power that Nikolai had always known he possessed. And now, Nikolai would follow him, not as a captor, but as a devoted servant.
Back in the room, Y/N glanced down at his hands, flexing his fingers as if testing the limits of his new vessel. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Humans,” he murmured to himself, his voice low and amused. “So easily swayed by a little power.”
But for now, he would play along. To their selfish desires.
You knew this wasn’t over. Not yet.
Because you craved more, right? What will happen next? How will you overcome this arc.

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