The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Armen x Herobrine

Warning, there are heavy suggestions of rape and nudity but nothing in vulgar detail, so I guess this is semi-mature? Either way, a bit rushed, but I hope it's okay.
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Armen's point of view-

His cruel laugh rang through the room constructed in my own head; this h**lish prison. I was curled up in the corner, tears streaming from my sore, burning eyes. A rapid pounding from my own heartbeat filled my ears, my head pounding in pain. I kept pushing myself back, knowing that I could not get any further away from him. Not again. Not again!
The images kept flashing through my mind, an understatement to call it unpleasant. It was cruel, torturous...utter h**l. Blood was splattered everywhere, the grass stained in a crimson hue as Grayson laid at the bottom of the mountain, laying in a pool of his own blood. The fall had greatly disfigured his body, legs and arms bent and twisted in ways never meant for a human being to do. His bright green orbs went glossy.
I could hear Drake screaming, knowing what was coming next. His cries grew louder until I could see him as clear as I once saw day. I could see the flesh melting from his bones, almost able to hear the tendons, ligaments, and muscle snapping as the flames from the lava ate my brother away. Eyes melted from their sockets, body sinking, screams becoming eerily quiet before he vanished in the bubbling sea of flaming magma. He did everything he could to save me... and this was the price he paid.

"Stop!" I screamed, digging my claws into my head until I tore through my own skin.

I gasped and wheezed, my face wet with tears.

"Where would the fun be in that?"

I dreaded that voice, that deep, cunning tone. I cursed it. I could feel him standing before me, just in front of my legs that were against my stomach as I curled up. I rocked back and forth, my eyes only snapping open when I felt his hands glide over my own, pulling them away from my scalp. I felt ill as I looked upon my captor, a blank look plastered on his face with those dead white eyes. A smile came to his face.
My mouth went dry. I had already memorized every detail his face had to offer from his reddish brunette hair slightly parted to the left to the way his grin stretched and twisted in vulgar ways that undefined human abilities. His skin was slightly tanned and scarred. I shivered in his presence, filled with dread and pain from harmful memories. I did not say a word, only small noises of fear managing to break their way through me.
He simply hummed, that devilish smirk hidden something behind its surface. It was taunting, alerting to the deeper feelings that the demon had felt. He kneeled before me, those white eyes like swords piercing through my own orbs. I was quivering, my heart racing on the edge of bursting inside of my sore chest. I flinched and whimpered as a hand went beneath my chin, forcing my eyes to remained locked upon his own. His thumb stroked my cheek, my back shivering with unwanted pleasure and disgust.

"You are such a crybaby." He mocked, a bright glow seeping past his white, sharp teeth each time his lips parted. "However, I do take pleasure in watching you writhe."

I twitched in his grasp, my leg kicking and shoulder jerking involuntarily. My head shook as my body attempted to crack my neck without my minds consent, however Herobrine's hand kept my head in firm placement.
I yelped as I was pushed to the wall, pinned by his body crawling on top of mine. Tears continued to stream down my cheeks as I screamed and cried, bawling my eyes out, already able to feel the bags beneath my lower lids. I could not, did not dare to stop him as a hand slipped beneath my shirt, running along my stomach and up my sides. I could feel his fingertips bouncing as they glided along the sides of my chest where my ribs were clearly visible, poking out beneath my gaunt skin. He continued to trail his fingers along my sides, relishing the sight of my broken form. I knew better than to fight back, that only more pain would come to me if I resisted the slightest touch or spoken word.
He leaned in and pressed his dry lips against my cheek, my eyes shutting tight until I forced them to open. He hated it whenever I looked away. I could hear him purr into my ear, that voice sending chills down my spine.

"You belong to me, right?" Trick question. There was only one true answer he would allow. Any other and it's back to the agony of watching my friends die over and over and feeling my body in other dimensions of turmoil.

"Y-yes." My voice shook.

I could feel his cold hands wrapping around the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up to force it over my head, the strap on my chest already broken, allowing my shirt to slip off with ease. Hero looped his arms around my neck, stroking boney fingers through my knotted hair. His chest pressed against my own bare chest, his face inches away from my own but no breath came to hit me.

"Good boy! Now, we both know that I'm going to hurt you either way, you might as well enjoy yourself." He sickeningly purred.

I did not waste the effort to pull back as he leaned in, pressing his cold, rough lips against my own. Despite every part of my mind screaming for me to fight back, I did the exact opposite. I gave in and kissed him back. I did not want to, but I knew that I had to. His hand on the back of my head forced our kiss to last until it hurt me. The pain caused my to gasp, giving him the advantage to slip his tongue into my mouth. I could have shook my head or bit into his tongue, but I didn't. Resistance was meaningless.
Even so, that did not make me hate it any less, feel any less disgusted with myself. I could taste my own tears mixing with his saliva that he spread in every corner of my mouth that he could, lathering my tongue. I gagged as it touched my uvula and went slightly into my throat as he leaned my head back to get further into my mouth.
He pulled away, a long trail of saliva breaking between our lips. His eyes marveled at my pain, this torture. He leaned back in, lips pressing against my neck, surly leaving marks. I wanted to press my lips together, to bite them until my flesh ripped open, anything to keep that moan from escaping, but I had to let it out. His grip on me tightened painfully, growling into my ear and crushing my arms that he now held until I did so. I moaned much to my displeasure and his satisfaction.
He removed the rest of my clothing, sitting between my legs after removing his own as well. I couldn't stop shaking. I couldn't stop crying. God, just make it end! Get it over with!

"Pl-please, don't!" I finally gained the courage to struggle against him, hoping that it would make him less interested in doing anything with me.

My body froze when his cold hand was placed against my cheek. Once more I was forced to look into his eyes, a slight tint of red against the white to show his anger.

"You need to learn to enjoy yourself." I winced and clawed at the ground, feeling his lower regional area against me. "I think you need to see things my way."

I kept waiting for the inevitable, waiting to once again have innocence taken, but then, he's already taken it all.

"Open your eyes, and wittiness how beautiful the world is...when it's up in flames."

With a flick of his thumb against his index, my vision went white.
The buildings were up in flames, the Nightmares and zombies attacking their mortal prey. The humans and Pagamun fled, some attempting to fight back, ultimately meeting their inevitable, brutal deaths. The screams flooded my ears, the smell of burning wood and flesh tickling my nostrils. Tears formed, gently rolling down my burned skin. People cradled their fallen comrades, trying to drag them to safety.

Please...Just go.

They did not run. I watched helplessly as they were torn to shreds by the horde of undead. I could not take it. I could not do this anymore, watching innocent people die, my friends die, be repeatedly violated. Finally, I did the only thing I could do; scream. Screamed from the top of my lungs unit my throat went numb.